Flirting Under a Full Moon - By Ashlyn Chase Page 0,32
are over, Brandee.” His gaze dropped to her lips. Full. Soft. So kissable. He leaned over and pressed his mouth to hers. His tongue slid past her lips and swept inside.
She let out a little moan and met his tongue.
He kissed her like he had a right to plunder her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hung on, as if for dear life.
Her mouth was locked to his. So hot.
His hands slid over her curves, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Touching her soft skin feels so good. So unbelievably good. And all the while, he kept kissing her, stroking her with his tongue, seducing her.
He cupped her ass and dragged her against his arousal so she could see what she did to him. Her hips rocked against him.
He tore his lips from hers and groaned. Then he nibbled the column of her neck. “You taste so good.”
“So do you,” she whispered. He caught a glimpse of her bedroom eyes. “I want to taste you—everywhere.”
Whoa. Did she mean that? He wouldn’t be able to control himself if she so much as licked him down there. He didn’t dare lose it. He already felt the instinct to mark her tugging at his heart, and his canine teeth ached to come out.
“Not today, sweetheart. There’s plenty of time for that. Right now I’m holding on by a thread. I want our first time together to be, well, together.”
“But it’s your turn.”
“I’m not keeping score, and I don’t want you to, either.” He moved down slightly and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She arched and moaned. She was so responsive. So sensitive. He could make love to her for days, but he didn’t want to wear her out. He had to remind himself that she didn’t have the same stamina he did.
Her soft body pressed against him. Her musky scent surrounded his nose, and his cock stiffened painfully.
“I want you,” she whispered.
He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. He simply grabbed the condom from her nightstand and ripped open the packet.
“Here, let me.” Brandee reached for the condom.
If she stroked him before rolling it on, he’d come all over her. “I’ve got it,” he said, almost shaking as he covered himself.
Brandee blinked her gorgeous blue eyes and stared.
“Lie back.”
She did as he asked and spread her legs wide.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to go slow. He kneeled and positioned himself at her opening. He wanted to slam into her body and just take her. Instead he entered a couple of inches and paused. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
“I’m fine.”
He pushed in another inch.
“Nick, you don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.”
If only she knew. He wanted her so badly his body ached. He kissed her, drinking in her sweetness as he pushed in farther. At last he was fully seated.
With effort, Nick pulled his mouth from hers and began the age-old rhythm of lovemaking. She met his thrusts with her own. They stared into each other’s eyes as they mated for the first time.
“God, that feels so good,” she said, breathlessly.
Her hot channel felt so right around him. He thrust a little harder. A little faster. So close… He gritted his teeth and managed to hold himself back.
She was moaning and he knew she was close. He ground against her, hoping to drive her over the edge with him.
At last, she shuddered and cried out—then screamed. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock and he exploded. His climax ripped through him hard and fast. He could have sworn he saw stars—or fireworks. He rode the wave of pleasure to the very last aftershock.
“My God,” he croaked.
Eyes closed, Brandee was panting hard.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asked.
She opened her eyes and smiled. “I’ve never been better.”
***
They were still basking in the afterglow when someone knocked on the apartment door.
Oh, no. My screams must have alarmed the Balogs. Brandee rolled out of bed and grabbed her robe off the floor. Nick snatched up his clothes and strode to the bathroom.
The knocking grew louder and more insistent.
“Just a minute,” she called out.
When she finally threw open the door, Mrs. Balog stood there wearing a robe, slippers, curlers, and a nasty frown.
“Mrs. Balog, what can I do for you?”
“You can make less noise,” she said crossly. “I couldn’t hear my TV show over the screaming.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Nice of you to be worried about me.
Nick, now dressed, rounded the corner. “Is everything all right out here?”