Driving Her Crazy - By Amy Andrews Page 0,45

an invitation to sin.

Their gazes locked as he opened his mouth and she gently pushed it in. ‘Now this is my kind of fun,’ she murmured.

She kept two fingers against his mouth as he slowly devoured it, admiring the way the fire illuminated the shadows of his face. When he was done he sucked her fingers into his mouth and removed the powdery marshmallow coating.

Then he hauled her into his lap and slammed his mouth against hers.

Sadie wasn’t sure if she moaned or he did as sugar turned to spice but she gripped the front of his T-shirt as passion flared and their kisses became deeper, wetter, longer.

Desire squirmed in her belly, heated her thighs, tingled between her legs where the denim of his jeans rasped against her. She could feel the thud of his heart beating at one with hers.

The smell of wood smoke and man filled up her senses and their passion took on a primal quality. She rubbed herself against him. She wanted to strip off all her clothes and be naked with him, like the first man and woman.

As if they were the only two people on earth.

For one crazy moment out here in the middle of nature she even wished that this were her first time.

Kent was only vaguely aware of the cool air hitting his back as Sadie hauled his T-shirt up. Their contact was temporarily broken as he ducked out of it and he took the opportunity as he claimed her mouth again to shift, to tumble her onto the groundsheet, her hair spilling out around her head.

He propped himself on his side, his mouth leaving hers to explore lower, his hand coming to rest on her belly. He traced his tongue down her throat, dipping into the hollow at the base. She moaned and shifted restlessly, her body undulating in his peripheral vision, pushing her breasts up. His hand scrunched into the fabric of her dress as lust seared his groin with a fiery arrow.

He traced his tongue to her collarbone. Followed the path of her shoestring strap. Licked along the edge of her bodice. Dipped into the hint of cleavage.

She shifted again and her little whimper had him pulling back. He gazed down at her. Her eyes were closed, her beautiful full mouth parted. When her eyelids fluttered open her large grey eyes were cloudy with passion.

‘I want to look at you,’ he said as his hand drifted up over her breasts.

Sadie gasped, her eyelids flickering to half-mast as his fingers brushed an erect nipple.

Kent stopped his upward trajectory and brushed his thumb over the hard little bead he could feel scraping against his finger pad. ‘You like that?’ he murmured as Sadie gasped again and arched her back. He didn’t give her a chance to reply as he dipped his head and put his mouth to the fabric, sucking hard.

Sadie hissed out a breath as she felt the pressure of Kent’s tongue and the moistness of his mouth deep down in her centre. Her breasts had always been extraordinarily sensitive and she gripped his shoulder as he took his own sweet time with it. Her belly stirred and she shifted against the ground, each swipe of his tongue involuntarily arching her back. Her brain was utter mush when he finally lifted his head and turned his attention to her cleavage.

‘These damn buttons have been taunting me all day,’ he muttered as he popped the first one, then the next, then the next. His one-handed dexterity wasn’t the best but he enjoyed the slow reveal of her pink bra with a familiar twinkling diamanté in the V of the cleavage.

Sadie’s breath was ragged as she watched Kent patiently undo each button on her dress. All forty of them. He didn’t appear to be in a hurry and when he finally parted the dress and it slithered off her body to pool at her sides he took his time, running his gaze over every centimetre of bare skin.

Sadie actually blushed.

She wasn’t used to men taking their time or inspecting her so thoroughly.

‘Kent.’ She wasn’t sure if it came out as eager or desperate but her whole body was humming with desire.

He dragged his gaze away from her body and looked down into her firelit face. ‘You’re beautiful, Sadie Bliss.’

Sadie’s breath caught in her throat. ‘You look pretty damn fine yourself,’ she murmured.

Kent chuckled as he looked back down at two very magnificent breasts. Breasts he’d thought about a lot the last five