The Bromance Book Club - Lyssa Kay Adams Page 0,90
holding them steady as she used her knees on the bed to lift and lower in an erotic rhythm. She gripped his shoulders, dug her fingers into his skin, and rocked against the hard length of him. His thick, calloused fingers brushed the underside of her breasts and then higher still until her pebbled nipples strained beneath his hurried exploration.
When she looked down, her hands on his shoulders, he met her gaze with a hungry, possessive fire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped. Then he tore open her jersey, sending buttons flying, and leaned forward. He took one hard nipple into his mouth. Thea let out a cry and tilted her head back, her hands threading in his hair to hold him there. He lavished each breast with attention, sucking and licking until the pressure between her thighs became unbearable.
Thea lowered back down on his erection. He wrapped his arms around her and they clung to each other, moving and groaning. Thea widened her legs to go deeper, to thrust against the hard walls of his stomach.
The deep, guttural sounds he made filled her with an erotic satisfaction that she never knew she possessed.
“Fuck, Thea,” he groaned, grinding against her. His hands dug into her ass. And then he spanked her.
Holy shit.
Thea froze and looked down at him. “Did you just spank me?”
“Uh, did, um, did you like it?”
“I think so. Maybe, maybe you should do it again to be sure.”
Gavin said something that sounded like holy muddy-mottled wagtail, which was weird, but she would have to figure it out later, because his hand spanked her again.
“Oh, God, yes.” He did it again. “Yes, I like it.”
Her body exploded in color and sensation, and as she rode it out, he joined her until he fell back against the bed with a surprised look on his face.
She laughed as she gazed down at him. “I’ve come three times, and you haven’t even taken your pants off.”
“Honey,” he panted. “We’re just getting started. I have three years to make up for.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
He made up for it.
Once more in bed.
Once on the floor in the outer room after finally ordering room service.
At three o’clock, when she woke up from an exhausted slumber to the feel of his hands on her breasts.
At six o’clock, when she woke him with her hand on his morning surprise.
After that one, they slept like the dead.
When she woke up next, she found him staring at her from his pillow, a tender look in his eyes and a sweet smile on his lips. He reached over and brushed the hair from her face. “Morning,” he whispered.
“Hi.” She yawned. “What time is it?”
“A little after ten.”
She mmm’d in disappointment. “We have to check out soon.”
“I know.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was thinking that maybe after we pick up the girls, we could stop and get our Christmas tree.”
“We could decorate and make hot cocoa.”
“Let the girls watch a movie.”
She kissed him softly. His forehead rested on hers. “I’m afraid to leave this bed.”
Warmth spread through her chest. She hated to leave this bed too, but she looked forward to what came next. “Our bed at home is better.”
He covered her mouth and kissed her senseless. A little while later, she snuggled, warm and sated, into the crook of his arm. “Let’s go home, Gavin.”
Courting the Countess
Irena was right. Balls were a horrid, stuffy affair. And not just for all the reasons she disliked them, but because society’s rules for some bizarre reason prohibited a husband and wife from dancing with each other more than once.
Benedict wanted her in his arms. Now. Always. Everything had changed since the night he finally opened up to her. Her innocent touch and hesitant kiss had lit a fire, and though he would have been willing to wait longer, she consummated their marriage at long last. Making love to his wife was so transcendent an experience that he resented the very appearance of the sun every morning.
“Latford.” A hearty, heavy hand slapped him on the back.
Benedict turned away from watching his wife to find his friend, the Viscount Melvin.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Melvin said.
“Why?”
“Your last appearance among the ton left quite an impression.”
Benedict didn’t want to think about that. He’d thrown his wife to the wolves and naively thought she was strong enough to fight them off with sheer will alone.
“I daresay you’re making an entirely new impression tonight,” Melvin mused.