orgasmic chicken and then all I could think about was the word ‘orgasmic’. And with you sitting there right next to me, I thought I was absolutely going to combust—”
Before she had a chance to continue, his hands shot to her armpits and he lifted her up easily, plopping her ass onto the kitchen counter as he moved forward, his hips forcing her knees apart. He pressed his pelvis against her core and her breasts crushed against his chest. His arms banded around her with one hand cupping the back of her head. Hesitating for a second to make sure she was with him, he watched her lips curve before he slammed his mouth down, taking her lips in a searing kiss.
Her hands, which had already clutched his shoulders, now wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling them even tighter together. His lips moved over hers, the soft flesh yielding to his firm onslaught. A moan slipped from her lips, and not about to let an opportunity pass, he slid his tongue into her mouth, eliciting another moan from deep inside her chest.
She tasted like heaven, the wine and chocolate combining as his tongue slid over her velvet softness, creating sensations that made him forget everything other than this woman in his arms at this moment.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, then tightened her thighs as the kiss grew deeper. His cock was now firmly pressed against her core, and he could swear he felt her heat through the layers of clothes.
His hands went to the bottom of her sweater, and he slid his fingers underneath the material, feeling the soft skin of her back. He continued to move his hands upward, dragging the material along with him until it caught on the underside of her breasts. With her hands on his shoulders, she pushed back slightly, and their gazes held. He felt as though time stood still as their eyes remained locked on each other, questions and answers, needs and wants, hopes and desires all swirling between them.
Her kiss-swollen lips curved upward once again, and she raised her hands until they were straight above her head. He could not help but grin as the idea of yelling ‘touchdown’ moved through his mind when he lifted the sweater over her breasts, past her head, and over her arms still lifted in the air.
His gaze dropped over her creamy skin, her breasts supported by the delicate pink satin and lace bra. Moving forward, he kissed her again, then trailed his lips down her jaw and neck, nipping slightly where her pulse raced underneath his lips. He continued on his path, planting kisses over the mounds of her breasts. His hands slid to her back, his fingers finding the hooks. Lifting his head slightly, he held her gaze again, silently seeking permission.
A quick nod gave him what he needed, and he unfastened her bra, slowly drawing the satin forward until it fell off her fingertips onto the floor.
His gaze devoured her breasts, their perfect size and shape molding to his palm as his thumbs grazed her nipples, drawing them to hard points. His mouth continued its trail of kisses, now moving over the mounds and latching onto a nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth with a pull that elicited another moan from deep inside her chest as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
He was barely aware of her hands now moving to his shirt, undoing the buttons down the front as she mumbled, “Off. I need this off.”
He leaned back just enough for her hands to finish the buttons on his shirt, fumbling slightly before he assisted in shrugging it off his shoulders. Now, bare-chested, he watched her eyes darken as they followed her fingers moving over his naked torso. Her fingers trailed over his muscles, and he fought to not twitch when they reached his lower sides. He must not have been successful when her eyes brightened and jumped up to his.
“So, the big, tough, hardcore cop has a little, soft, tickle spot?”
His lips quirked. “It’s the only soft place I’ve got, babe, especially with you around and your hands on me.”
He watched her top teeth land on her bottom lip as her hand trailed down to the front of his pants, cupping his erection. She swallowed deeply, her gaze lifting back to his.
“Sean? Let’s take this back to my bedroom.”
With a slow grin, he lifted her again and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he