Make Your Move - By Samantha Hunter Page 0,16
away, but he wouldn’t let her. Only need drove him now, and the sole purpose of making sure she experienced every nuance of pleasure he could offer her.
His thumbs caressed the arches of her bare feet, his hands sliding slowly up her beautiful legs, over rounded calves, strong from her daily runs, lifting the dress as he went. He stopped to notice her knees in particular, planting a kiss on each as his fingers caressed the sensitive skin at the back.
“Most people think the knee is a simple hinge, but it’s so amazingly complex…it bears so much weight, does so much work…and yours are absolutely perfect,” he said. “There’s the patella,” he said, running his tongue over a small spot at the front. “And the articular surface,” he whispered, kissing her on the inner side.
“Dan,” she said, breathless, and he felt her shudder again as his fingers caressed the back—she liked that.
“Back here, under my fingers, the ligaments and muscles that all work together when you move. You move very gracefully, Jodie,” he said, his hands riding up a little higher. “I don’t think I ever told you that.”
“Why would you?”
“Because even as your friend, I couldn’t ignore how lovely you are,” he said honestly, pushing the bottom of the dress up to reveal shapely thighs and finally, the mystery of what hid beneath the satin.
He held the material bunched in one fist against her hip, moving his other hand over the almost bare skin of her abdomen. Swallowing hard, he leaned in to plant a kiss just above the softly swollen lips of her sex, her flowery scent encompassing him.
“Dan!” she said, her cry mingling need and surprise, maybe confusion. He looked up, though it was difficult to break away.
“You want me to stop?”
She looked at him for a long moment with dark, blazing azure eyes and shook her head.
“No. Please don’t stop.”
IT WASN’T SUPPOSED to go this way, Jodie thought, looking down at Dan kneeling before her, so incredibly sexy. The new hair, his transformed image almost made him a stranger, but as their eyes met, she knew an intimate familiarity.
She knew his face better than anyone else’s. She knew him happy, sad, intense, frustrated and angry—but she’d never seen him like this. His jaw was strong, his lips sensual and full—how had she never noticed before? His hands…his long, nimble fingers…were magic.
She hadn’t counted on this.
Consuming enough Passionate Hearts to inflame a navy battalion, Jodie had planned to take him to the brink, arouse him until he couldn’t think straight and then show him the door. In all the ways she’d envisioned the scenario, she’d stayed in cool control, demanding an explanation for his betrayal.
Now, she just wanted his mouth on her, as soon and as completely as possible.
She knew it was the cologne—and in this case, his cologne mixed with a whopping dose of Passionate Hearts frosting extract—but she didn’t care.
The way he looked at her, so deeply, so sincerely, she could almost believe this was real. When he slipped gentle fingers between the slick folds of her labia, she stopping worrying about it.
She wanted him to have both hands free and lifted her gown, pulling the entire thing up over her head and throwing it over a chair, standing naked before him.
His eyes deepened to a rich espresso, taking in every inch of her so acutely that she shivered, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to—his fingers were doing the talking, stroking her lightly, playing and exploring as he inspected her with an intense gaze that missed nothing.
She trembled, heat spreading from the touch of his fingers outward, her muscles tightening as the touch triggered her nerve endings into a response. She reached out to stabilize herself by grabbing the back of the sofa, holding herself in check as she could.
This time she wouldn’t be alone, making herself vulnerable and exposed when she lost control. She’d make sure she took him with her.
“Ah, I think one of us has too many clothes on,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“I enjoy this. You came for me in the shop, when we kissed. It was amazing. I want to make it happen again.”
She smiled. “Me, too, believe me. But not alone. I want you with me.”
“You think you can hold back?” he said in playful challenge, finding the pearl of her clit with his thumb, expertly parting her flesh and then diving in to plant a wet, hot kiss on the spot.
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