Drained (Edgars Family #6) - Suzanne Ferrell Page 0,84

down her back, he moved her back just a little. The dazed and puzzled look in her big blue eyes as she opened them almost blew up his good intentions.

“Why?” she whispered in that very sexy voice of hers.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, praying he wasn’t making a wrong move.

She blinked, then lifted the corners of her lips. “Yes, very sure.”

Thank God.

“Then I’d rather have my first time with you be more horizontal.” He peeked around her to where Stanley lay watching them. “And without a four-legged audience.”

That got him a husky laugh. She wiggled off his lap and reached for the remote for the fireplace as he stood. Then she headed towards her bedroom. He started to follow, but stopped to eye Stanley, who was now standing as if to follow.

“Stay.”

The pup sank back down onto his pillow with his head over his paws as if in a pout.

“Too bad, buddy.”

When he walked into her bedroom, he stopped and sucked in his breath. Brianna was bent over shimmying her jeans off her hips, her blouse already discarded on the bench at the foot of her bed. Slowly she stood, laying her jeans over her blouse and turned to face him in just her pink bra and matching panties, reminding him of one of those old-fashioned men’s pinup calendar models.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, after running his eyes from her head to her toe and back up.

Slowly she approached him, until she was barely an inch from him. She slid her hands up his chest, stopping at the top button of his shirt. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his once more as she slipped the button through the hole.

He rested his hands on her hips and pulled her in tight against his.

She slipped another button free.

Wanting to feel more of her skin, he slid his hands up the firm muscles of her back to the bottom of her bra.

“Not yet,” she whispered and loosened another button and then another.

Obeying her soft demand, he kept his hands splayed across her back, his fingers touching along her spine as yet another button slipped its moor.

When she finally had all the buttons undone, she pushed the edges of his shirt open and leaned forward to kiss his sternum, then licked up to his neck, his legs nearly buckling.

“Mmm, you taste so good.”

“Now?” he asked, his fingers poised over the fastenings of her bra.

“Please.”

With the effort of years of practice, he had her bra open in seconds, his hands pulling the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. She moved back just enough to let him bare her breasts, her pointed nipples grazing his chest with every breath she took. He tossed the bra towards where her clothes had landed earlier as she pushed his shirt off his arms to land at their feet. When he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her silk panties, she shook her head.

“Not yet,” she whispered and pressed her lips to his in another sultry kiss.

Clearly, she meant to torment him, make him pay for slowing down the raging need that had hit them both on the couch. Okay. Two could play this game.

Shifting his hands, he cupped her breasts, letting his thumbs graze against her nipples. She sucked in her breath as she unfastened his belt and opened the button on his jeans. He teased her nipples again, making her lick her lips.

When her fingers started to lower the zipper on his fly, he switched tactics and pinched both nipples hard.

“Oh, God.” It was her turn to get a little wobbly.

She slipped her hands into the waistband of his pants and underwear, sliding them back until she gripped him by his ass cheeks. “I have been wanting to do this for so long,” she whispered. “You have such a fine ass, detective.”

He chuckled but took the moment to cup and squeeze her breasts. “I’ve wanted to do this for a very, very long time,” he said before lowering his mouth to her left breast and sucking on the perky nipple begging for his attention.

After that, things moved quickly. Finally, naked, they lay stretched out on her bed, him nestled between her spread thighs, his chest on her abdomen and his hands and mouth lathing both breasts with heated attention, alternating from one nipple to the other. Grazing his flesh with her nails, she slid her hands from his shoulders down to his lower back then back up again, arching