cheeks with his palms.
And he didn't stop with my mouth, giving equal and arousing attention to my neck, my eyelids, my ears.
I never realized that the insertion of a clever tongue into the bend of my ear could make me damp a whole lot farther south.
I explored the solid muscles of his back with my fingertips, then ran my nails over the quivering flesh at his side, before palming his extremely nice ass. It wasn't enough. I needed to feel naked skin against skin more than I needed to breathe.
"Can we take this to my room?"
He lifted his head from a teasing lick across the lace-covered peak of my breast. Dawn threatened; just enough light filled the room so I could finally see his face.
No more laughter, the need was as stark in his eyes as it was in my gut. Without a word, he got to his feet in a fluid, graceful motion and held out a hand for me.
I could have made a smart comment. I could have ignored his hand. I wasn't so far gone that I couldn't stand up by myself. But the loss of his warmth, even in the heat of a summer night, made me shiver.
I put my palm against his, let him bring me to my feet. Then hand in hand we entered my bedroom.
It wasn't much. A bed, a gun safe, a dresser. I slept there - nothing more. Until now.
I had never brought a man into this room. The question of why not flitted through my head. I didn't answer. 1 had better questions to occupy my mind right now.
How quickly could I get him naked? How many times could he make me scream? Would he think I was weird if I asked him to tie me up and lick me all over?
My first question was answered without my saying a word. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and shucked his jeans one second later, He didn't wear underwear. Another mystery solved.
I was tempted to turn on the light so I could see him, but then he could see me, and that didn't tempt me at all. I was a big girl - everywhere. I swear that naked, I looked even bigger.
I hovered just inside the doorway, suddenly unsure. He crossed the carpet in a sinuous movement that made me remember the loose-hipped gait of the big black wolf.
The image disappeared when he reached out and unhooked the front clasp of my bra with a flick of his fingers. My breasts, suddenly free, popped loose with a near audible thunk. I had no time to be embarrassed. He lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against the fullness, breathed in as if he could catch my scent, then shoved my shirt and bra off my arms and latched onto a nipple with a scrape of his teeth and a push of his tongue.
I'd read in some woman's magazine that the larger the breasts, the less the arousal a woman gains from them. Considering how guys worshipped women's chests and wanted to touch them in an ascending chart based on their size, I'd figured this was nature's idea of a hysterical joke.
But after reading said article, I'd been relieved. I'd always thought something was wrong with me. I could care less if a guy touched my breasts. Such pawing and panting below my neck had usually made me lose whatever interest I might have had.
Now I understood I'd been with the wrong guys. Ca-dotte knew what to do. Gentle and sure, he aroused me with tiny suckles, openmouthed kisses, and murmured words of praise. By the time he bent and lifted me into his arms, my knees had begun to sag.
"Hey!" The room spun as he strode to the bed. "I do not want to play kidnapped settler and Indian brave."
How rude, Jessie!
My mother's voice. Hell. I had to get rid of her.
Cadotte's laughter did it for me. "Maybe later."
He dropped me onto the mattress without warning and I bounced. At least that shut me up.
My arms reached for him. He stepped back. Worried I had insulted him, I lifted myself onto my elbows.
His gaze went from my face back to my breasts.
"You know, they're amazing." He brought his eyes back to mine. "And so are you."
My chest had been my curse since the age of twelve. Once 1 had breasts, my friends who were boys could no longer seem to forget I wasn't one, too.
Since then guys had