Flirting Under a Full Moon - By Ashlyn Chase Page 0,28
her black slacks, but she batted his hand away. “No fair. Your turn.”
He grinned, then quickly pulled the polo shirt over his head and flung it to the floor. His chest was ripped—totally muscled, still slightly tanned even though summer had ended, and with a smattering of golden chest hair in the shape of a V, he looked like a mighty Viking.
“Now it’s your turn again,” he said.
Why on earth was she worried about a little dust? There was only one thing on Nick Wolfensen’s mind, and it was pretty easy to tell what that was. His hungry stare left no doubt.
She unbuttoned her skirt and opened the zipper. She wished she had a tan, but her fair skin with light reddish-brown freckles was all she had to offer.
Apparently she was taking too long, because as soon as she had wriggled the waistband over her hips, he grasped the fabric and pulled off her skirt the rest of the way.
“You’re beautiful, Brandee.”
Nick had probably wanted to seduce her for months. She was glad she made him wait until he promised to stick around. He unfastened his own jeans and stepped out of them. From the impressive bulge under his boxer briefs, she knew she was in for a hell of a ride. He didn’t reveal all the goods, though. He crawled in beside her on the bed and gave her a long, languorous kiss.
Their hands traveled all over each other. Caressing, fondling, learning each other’s shapes and texture. The warmth of his flesh seeped into her, and she heated quickly.
Their movements became more frantic. He reached behind her and popped her bra clasp. Brandee wrestled off the item as if it were a straitjacket. She divested him of his underwear and took a moment to appreciate what she found. If a man’s cock could be beautiful, then his was gorgeous. Erect and proud with an impressive length and girth.
He tugged off her panties, and finally, they lay skin to skin. Face to face. Nick found Brandee’s hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her fingers as he gazed into her eyes.
“I know it’s soon, but I want you to know a woman’s never made me feel like this. I think I’m falling for you.”
His admission stunned her. Sure, her feelings for him had been steadily deepening, but she hadn’t thought they would be reciprocated that quickly. She thought she’d have to keep her secret under wraps for a while until he caught up. That was usually how it went with men, right?
He stroked her cheek. “You don’t have to say anything. I can see I surprised you.”
“No, it’s not that…it’s just that…well, yeah. It’s that. I’m surprised.” She grinned. “Pleasantly, though.”
He smiled and kissed her again.
“What is it you like about me?” she asked.
“Everything.” He gave her a peck on her pert nose.
“Everything? You don’t know everything about me yet. I could be hiding some horrible secret.”
“Are you?”
“No.”
“Then why question how I feel?”
“It’s just that we haven’t been together that long.”
He took a deep breath. “I’m a man of few words, but let me try. There’s a lot I like about you. I like your easy smile. That tells me you’re a happy person.” He gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “I like how you make up your own expressions. That tells me you’re creative.” He kissed her forehead.
“I like your grace and how you can stand up for yourself without losing it. That tells me you’re secure.” He kissed her throat. “I like how you’re not afraid of people who are a little different. That tells me you have an open mind.” He kissed her nose. “But mostly, I like how happy I feel when I’m with you.” He kissed her mouth and didn’t pull away until she kissed him back.
The kiss deepened. Their tongues met and swirled. He cupped her breast and stroked her nipple with his thumb. Glorious sensations spread from her breast to her womb and radiated out.
Before long, she was on fire and the only thing she craved was Nick between her damp thighs, pounding into her.
“Oh, God. I need you.” She hadn’t meant to say that. It sounded so—needy. Ick.
Apparently he didn’t mind. He whispered, “You have me.” Then he rolled her onto her back and positioned himself between her legs.
Kneeling, he ran his hands up and down her thighs. “You’re so beautiful.”
Before she could think of anything else to say, he lifted her legs over his shoulders