Call Her Mine (Harmony Pointe #1)- Melissa Foster Page 0,84

Lust thrummed inside him as the erotic beat of the music climbed to an explosive crescendo. He turned her toward him, keeping hold of her arms as they danced. He wanted to strip her dress off and pound into her to the same fervent beat, and he finally understood that this was what she’d craved all those times she’d begged him to dance with her. This was why she’d danced with his sisters, turning away the men who’d tried to cut in when they were out at clubs. This was why she’d gotten forlorn when he’d turned her down because he hadn’t wanted to embarrass himself on the dance floor. She’d wanted this chemistry, this intense sexual connection with him and only him. Wasn’t he a lucky bastard. He’d been an idiot to wait so long, but he had forever to make it up to her.

Heat pulsed through his core as the music slowed, and he held her body against him, leading her in a slower, even more erotic dance. With one hand pressed to her lower back, the other splayed between her shoulder blades, bringing her chest against him, he moved painfully slowly and purposefully hard, sure she would feel and sense his darkest thoughts. The lustful look in her eyes told him she was right there with him.

He pressed his cheek to hers, inhaling her familiar scent, and said, “I want to go down on you right now, to feel you come on my mouth.” Her fingers dug into the backs of his arms, and she whimpered, spurring him on. “Then I want to make love to you rough and wild, until you come so hard you can barely breathe, and just when you think you’ve had enough, I’m going to take you punishingly slowly, until you’re begging for more.”

“Take me home, Ben. Take me all those ways and more.”

They stumbled up the stairs to Aurelia’s apartment, making out like horny teenagers who might never get another chance. Ben fumbled with the keys. When they pushed through the door, he kicked it shut behind them and swept her up into his arms.

“Ben!” she squealed as he carried her into the bedroom.

As he set her on her feet beside the bed, his heart climbed into his throat. She was dangerously beautiful, and looking at him with such trust and love, he was momentarily rendered mute. He took her hands in his and kissed each finger as he found his voice.

“When you look at me like that,” he whispered as he moved behind her and unzipped her dress. “Wearing this dress.” He brushed her hair over one shoulder and kissed her there. “Dancing with you.” The dress slipped off her shoulders and puddled at her feet, leaving her in her black thong and matching bra. He ran his hands slowly down her sides, from her breasts to her hips. “It’s almost too much to bear.”

He toed off his shoes and stripped off his clothes. The room was silent, save for their breathing. He brushed his hard length lightly over her bottom as he removed her bra. As he dragged her thong down her legs, he trailed kisses down her bottom, her hamstring, and all the way down her calf. She stepped free from her thong, still wearing her heels, and as he stood, he slowed to enjoy her warm flesh again, running his hands up her outer thighs as he kissed the curve of her ass. She made a whimpering sound, and he gripped her hips, nipping and licking each rounded cheek. He dipped lower and slicked his tongue between her legs, tasting her arousal, lingering there, licking and loving her until she was shaking and moaning. Only then did he move higher, pressing kisses on his way up, along her spine, to the base of her neck.

His arms circled her from behind, and he whispered between shoulder kisses, “You’re my strength.” Kiss, kiss. “My weakness.” Kiss, nip. “My world.”

He kissed lower again, moving around her as he trailed openmouthed kisses along her hip, giving rise to goose bumps. He lingered around her navel, and she clutched his shoulders, trembling with desire. He took his time, savoring every inch of her warm flesh as he kissed up her belly, between her breasts, up her neck, to her sweet lips. Her nipples brushed against his chest, and he drew back so he could see her beautiful face. His breath left his lungs with a sense of awe and adoration. He guided