Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,91

out of her sudden shyness. He kissed her again, hand resting on the stomach she worried was too soft. He caressed her, moving his hand up and down the material of her shirt, passing it over her breasts until her nipples poked hard, like pebbles, through the cotton. His hand drifted lower while he still kissed her. He pulled up the hem and put his hand beneath, slid his fingers up the inside of her thighs, brushed them over her curls and rested his hand again on her belly.

With every move, Shane kissed her, each one a slow and subtle seduction. He pulled the hem higher, moved his hand with it, cupped her breast and rolled his thumb across her nipple so she gasped inside his mouth.

Without urging her to take off the shirt, Shane left her mouth and slid down the bed. His mouth found her bared skin. She tensed, but didn’t protest. He kissed her belly in slow, gentle kisses that traced the curves and lines time had granted her.

Arden’s body relaxed beneath him while tension coiled inside her. Every kiss, every brush of his lips and nip of his teeth, every smooth lave of his tongue, went straight to her clit.

Arden hovered on the brink, her self-consciousness worn away by his luxurious worship of her body, with all its real or imagined imperfections. It no longer mattered she was not the buff and toned twenty- something who’d stripped off her clothes without a second thought. That was then. This was now. This was here.

Arden sat and pulled her shirt off over her head, no longer caring about the rise and fall of her breasts as she moved her arms, or the way the light highlighted her hips and thighs.

She lay back, arms open to him, and he returned to her embrace like a key fitting in a lock. Their bodies matched, hip to hip, belly to belly, mouth to mouth.

His cock nudged between her thighs, the tip teasing her entrance, but before she had time to say anything, Shane moved lower. He nuzzled her springy curls. And then, oh, mercy, then she felt the flick of his tongue on her clit and she gasped, hips twitching so his hands had to grab her to hold them still.

“Shane!”

He didn’t answer and he didn’t pull away. He licked her slowly, moving his tongue in a small, precise circle around the tight bud. He found her rhythm without effort, matching the pace she craved and easing her toward climax.

His breath caressed her. He kissed her clit, took it between his lips and pressed his mouth on her in a steady pressure that sent her climbing, climbing toward ecstasy.

His fingertip probed along her folds, and he entered her. Her slickness aided him. His finger slid inside without effort, smooth, and she cried out and arched upward against the dual sensations of his touch inside and out.

He made love to her that way while she lost track of time. Pleasure built within her, until it seemed impossible she could ever feel anything else. With every lick, every stroke, she was certain she could stand no more, positive she’d crash and spiral downward, but with every touch, she only climbed higher until she could feel nothing but Shane’s mouth, his hand, and could hear nothing but her own moans.

He pushed deep inside her as he suckled, then licked again. And it happened. She broke. Shattered. Her body tensed and released as pleasure thundered through her. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her. Her hands found his hair and she cried out his name as he brought her to a climax so strong it left her breathless and blinded with desire.

After a moment, she became aware of the weight of his head on her stomach. Arden shifted and Shane moved up along her body to kiss her. His palm closed over her still-throbbing center, and she jumped a little at his touch.

She thought she ought to say something, but couldn’t speak. The whisper of his breath on her cheek made her smile. His lips curved against her face in response.

“Wow,” she said at last.

Shane chuckled. His erection pressed on her leg. She’d just been completely and thoroughly satisfied, but he hadn’t. Arden rolled toward him, capturing his penis between their stomachs.

“Make love to me.” Simple words, an invitation, but sincere.

He shifted against her. “I’ve been dying to.”

She hesitated, thinking of Lida’s gift. “In the nightstand drawer.”

He nodded and reached one long arm to