Once and Again - By Lauren Dane Page 0,36

out on a date and he’d slowly drive her crazy with lingering touches, soft kisses at first. Hotter and hotter he’d build her up. Sometimes he’d make her come at least three times before they got down to business.

It had been a fine quality in her first real lover.

But this Nathan was a grown-up. He owned his power as a man, as a sexual, attractive male in his prime. His attentions were so intense they were nearly physical. “I s’pose you’ve learned a few things in the last six years or so.” Of course her voice was breathy and sort of stuttery.

He paused and threw his head back on a laugh. Unable to stop, she drew closer, tiptoeing up to kiss the hollow of his throat. His laugh died on a near moan, and his hands slid into her hair, sending her combs somewhere else. “I like it down.”

Ha! So did she, but he probably meant her hair.

She watched as his fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. “I have, I like to think, worked on my skills. Purely because you should be the best you can be at things.”

It was her turn to laugh.

He tipped her head just so, and she closed her eyes as his mouth, hot and wet, found the spot right behind her jaw. She may have whimpered, but it could have been in her head. Nathan’s hands on her, his mouth, made her dizzy.

“I do seem to recall that was a spot you were partial to,” he murmured, his lips a whisper against her skin as he spoke.

“Yes. You have a good memory.”

He bent his head to her again, kissing along her jaw and up to her lips. She wound her arms around him, arching to get closer and certainly not minding the tingles barely shy of pain as she pulled against his hold.

He nipped her bottom lip and slid his tongue over the sting. “You are so good at this.”

“Yeah?” He took another kiss, just a brief, but deep slide of lips and tongues. “It’s because you taste so good. I can’t get enough. I’ve wanted this, thought about this pretty much nonstop since you walked into my classroom a little over a month ago.”

He said the best stuff.

The next kiss wasn’t so brief. He left her breathless and dizzy as he stepped back and she stepped forward, not wanting to lose contact.

He touched her and it sent her back but not in the same way it had before. Now she was different. She wished that meant it didn’t affect her as deeply, but the opposite was true. The woman knew what this meant. The woman knew this sort of connection was rare.

Knew the absence of that connection as well.

He kissed her shoulder as he bared it, pushing her blouse from her arms. “So beautiful.” He looked down at her breasts, and she was mighty glad she’d worn the cute panty and bra set that day.

“These make me want to sigh happily.” A brush of his lips over the curve at the top of the right and then the left breast. Two deft moves and the bra was a thing of the past.

“You’re very good at that.” She sent him a raised brow and received that grin in return. The grin made her shiver with anticipation.

“You have a pierced nipple.” He said this with awe in his voice.

“Yes.” She had to lick her lips to get the words out. Especially once he pulled just right on the bar.

“When?”

It had been a silly impulse when she’d been visiting a friend in Nashville. She was glad she’d done it though because it made her feel sexy just knowing it was there. Made her feel good when a man knew how to tug on it right. Which was rarer than she’d thought it would be.

Not so Nathan.

“I’ve had it four years now.” She groaned as he licked over the nipple and sucked it into his mouth, his teeth grazing as he did.

“It’s sexy.”

She smiled, feeling quite sexy right at the moment with his hands all over her and his mouth against the side of her breast.

“You taste good, Lil. I’ve missed your salt and sweet skin.” He licked over each rib and went to his knees, stealing her breath as he slid his hands up her calves and then pulled her close enough to press his face against her pussy through her skirt. Just enough to make her gasp.

“What are you wearing under this skirt?” He said