Driving Her Crazy - By Amy Andrews Page 0,44

He offered it to her quickly. ‘Open up.’

Sadie shouldn’t have opened up. But his fingers were pushing it towards her lips and his tiger eyes were daring her and the treat smelled hot and sweet and sticky.

So she opened up.

Big mistake. The crunch melted against her tongue and soft sweet goo spilled into her mouth. Her senses filled with sugar and him. Flames danced shadows over his stubbly cheeks as she sucked every sticky morsel from his sweet warm fingertips. She saw his pupils dilate in the firelight.

Kent froze as his fingers lingered on her mouth completely of their own accord. His gaze lingered too. How could it not when her mouth glistened all sweet and sticky? Beckoned, even, and he was suddenly wondering what her marshmallow mouth tasted like.

‘Oh, hell,’ he muttered as he dropped his head to find out.

EIGHT

Sadie met him halfway, her heartbeat slow and thick as if marshmallow were running through her veins. His perfect mouth touched hers and there was nothing sweet and warm about it. It was hot and heady. Exploding inside her like a shower of sparks from the fire.

Heat shot to all her extremities. Lighting spot fires wherever it touched.

And she didn’t care that they were in the middle of the bush or that they’d known each other for only a handful of days or that creatures lurked beyond the radius of the firelight.

She only cared about his hands in her hair, the brush of his thumbs at her temples, the heat of his mouth.

The harsh suck of his breath. The sweetness of lips. The deep rumble of his moan as her tongue found his.

And the driving imperative for more.

Her hands crept to his chest, bunched in his T-shirt, pulled him closer. She opened her mouth wider. Angled her neck back further. Kissed him harder.

Kent could feel Sadie trembling against him as their kiss raged out of control. Could feel the answering tremble in his gut. Every breath he took filled his head with her and lust beat like a jungle drum in his head, pounded through his veins, pulsed through his impossibly hard erection.

It was heady and addictive and he wanted more. He wanted her naked. Under him. Crying out his name.

All night.

And the one after that. And the one after that.

It was way too much, way too soon.

He tore his mouth away, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing harsh in the vast outback evening.

Sadie mewed as her scrambled brain grappled with the abrupt disconnect. ‘What?’ she asked, her voice husky as she pulled back slightly, her hands dropping from his chest, her gaze locking with his.

Kent cleared his throat. ‘This is...kind of out of control. It’s heading pretty quickly in a direction you might not want it to go.’

Sadie frowned. ‘I’m not sixteen, Kent. I know where this is heading.’

Kent swallowed as her gaze zeroed in on his mouth and the urge to kiss her again intensified. ‘I can’t offer you a relationship, Sadie.’

Sadie blinked. Where in hell had that come from? ‘Just as well I only want to use you for sex, then.’

‘Sadie,’ he growled as his still rock-hard erection twitched.

Sadie ran her tongue over her lips, trying to savour the taste of him while he was being all adult. ‘I’m not hearing the “Wedding March” if that’s what you’re worried about.’

Kent followed her tongue as it took a tour of her mouth. ‘Don’t do that,’ he rasped as the action went straight to his groin.

Sadie heard the strain in his voice and smiled. ‘What—this?’ she asked, cocking an eyebrow as she sent her tongue around for a second swipe.

Kent felt every cell in his body tense. ‘Sadie,’ he warned.

‘Or this?’ she asked innocently as she reached for the packet of marshmallows, plucked one out and slipped it into her mouth.

‘Mmm,’ she murmured, shutting her eyes as she chewed, then deliberately pushed her hands into her hair, lifting it off the back of her neck before dropping it again and opening her eyes.

Sadie watched Kent’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat. She reached for another marshmallow, bringing it slowly to her mouth, touching it lightly to her lips before withdrawing it.

‘You look like you could do with one of these,’ she murmured, advancing it towards him, brushing it against his mouth.

Kent’s lips tingled at the illicit gesture; he wasn’t fooled by the innocence in her eyes or the soft baby pink of the offering.

It might as well have been shiny red because both of them knew it was