An Offer He Cant Refuse - By Christie Ridgway Page 0,62

cock twitched again as they tightened to his touch.

Her fingers circled his wrists. He glanced at her face and saw her eyes were wide and nervous again. Gulping in a breath, he gentled his touch but didn't take his hands away. "So pretty," he whispered, not wanting to spook her. He ran slow thumbs over the stiff crests. "So damn pretty."

Keeping his gaze on hers, he bent to suck one into his mouth. At the first touch of tight nipple to the flat of his tongue, her eyes closed and her face flushed.

The sign of her desire sent him hurtling over the edge once more.

Forgetting finessing, he sucked her into his mouth. Sucked hard. She made a sound of pleasure and he closed his eyes too, giving himself up to her generous flesh. Heat suffused his body as his tongue circled her nipple, and he played with the other between his fingers. Tea moved one of her legs and his erection had a happy meeting with her outer thigh.

Switching his mouth to her other breast, he pressed him-self against her, his hips rolling in the same rhythm that he used on her nipple. She gave another pleasure-moan and one of her hands drifted across his naked chest. Desire surged through him again and he ground his cock against her leg.

Her fingernails grazed across his chest. He bit her nipple and shoved his hand beneath the skirt of her dress.

Then he touched her panties and found them wet.

A hot shudder burned down his spine and he ground harder against her outer thigh.

'That's it," he choked out, lifting his head. "It's now. You're ready, and if we keep this up I'll come on the side of your leg." He barely heard his hoarse voice utter the words and decided he'd be appalled by them later.

There were condoms in the table on Tea's side of the bed. To pull open the drawer, he leaned across her body. She licked his chest.

His hand fell off the drawer pull.

Her little tongue stroked him again.

He managed to hang onto the metal knob the next time, gritting his teeth against the raging lust that her tongue incited so that he could locate the foil-wrapped square with fumbling fingers. Even as he rolled back, he was using his teeth to rip open the package. His hands were shaking, but he covered himself with the condom and French-kissed her at the same time.

For a man in need, it was quite a feat.

Then he kneeled between her legs and went back to her breasts. But those wet panties and what was underneath them couldn't be ignored, so he pushed up her skirt and pulled down the silky undergarment. He only got it as far as her knees before he was distracted by the plump folds, already opening for him.

The uncivilized man that Johnny was today didn't wait for a second invitation. Holding the base of his cock, he insinuated the tip between those wet folds and then pushed home.

An Offer He Cant Refuse

She gasped, arching into him with her eyes closed and her mouth half-open. He filled that too, pressing his tongue between her lips. Heat rocketed up his spine.

He rocked between her legs.

It was so good. So damn good.

In a minute he'd slow down. Find the finesse again. Use all the little slow and gentle touches that would please her. He'd know-how her into the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.

But first... but first -

His hand found her breast. The nipple poked into his palm and he slid it between two of his fingers and squeezed it in the same rhythm that he squeezed himself in and out of her tight hold.

She tilted her hips to take him deeper and then did something with her inner muscles that had the hunger in him screaming for mercy. "Fuck," he said, because it was the only thing on his mind, in his mind, the only thing that Mr. Style and Polish could manage to say at the moment that he...

... came.

"Fuck," he said again, his hips pumping to wring out every last drop of pleasure from the best climax he could remember.

He collapsed onto her warm body, his face buried in her Tea-scented hair.

He'd been right, he thought minutes later, as one cylinder of his brain started functioning again. He'd been a mess, but sex had put him together again. Sex with Tea had most definitely planted him back in the present because he couldn't think of anything beyond her sweet