night slammed through her. Stomach to stomach. Chest to chest. Mouth to mouth.
Starving, she dug her nails into his back.
She needed this. Now.
She was panting by the time he reached for the front clasp of her bra. She arched into his touch as the fabric slid free, exposing her breasts.
“Oh, God,” she gasped as he bent his head and drew her nipple hard against his tongue. Pleasure shot through her, trailing through her belly. Her clit tightened, already so hard she could feel her pulse beating there.
When he scraped his teeth over her, Beth wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and feel everything as deeply as she could, but that desire warred with the need to watch. So she tipped her head up and watched as he licked at the dark, tight bud. When he dragged his teeth over her again, goose bumps exploded across her skin. Her nipple glistened with wetness when he lifted his head and turned his attention to the other breast. Again, he sent painful need spiraling through her.
When he glanced up at her, the irises of his eyes were shockingly pale, like icy silver, as if he got cooler with passion, rather than hot. He slowly sucked her nipple between his teeth as he watched her. And when he pressed his hips tight to hers, she came so close to an orgasm that she threw her head back with a cry.
“Oh, God,” she gasped. “Now. Please, Jamie. Now.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
ERIC SURGED UP, SO DAMN startled by hearing his brother’s name that he nearly leaped from the bed. Beth cried out again, rolling her hips against his.
The pressure against his cock warred with his guilt. Jesus, what if she screamed Jamie’s name as she came? He’d have nightmares about that for years. And it was wrong. It was immoral and dishonest and… Beth arched her back, and her nipples were tight, wet buds, flushed a deep red from his rough attention. His attentions, wrong name or not.
When he rose from the bed, it wasn’t to walk away from her. It was to reach for his belt buckle. He’d deal with the guilt later.
Once he’d stripped, Beth eyed him with such greedy lust that he convinced himself that names didn’t matter. She wanted him. And he’d never needed a woman more than he needed her.
She eased farther onto the bed. Eric took her heels off before sliding both hands up the warm silk of her stockings. Should he strip her bare? She looked amazing in lingerie, but the idea of seeing her totally naked made his heart pound even harder.
He feathered his thumbs over the naked skin of her thighs, still trying to formulate a plan. But it was so damn hard to think. And then Beth reached for the little ribbons on the sides of her panties. She pulled the ties loose, the fabric slid free, and Eric couldn’t think anymore.
He’d imagined her the night before. He’d wondered if she might be waxed nearly bare or pierced or…hell, she might’ve been on the cutting edge with some sort of adornment he’d never suspect. But she was a simple beauty. Dark curls and wet sex, and Jesus, he thought he might die of hot pleasure as he slipped his fingers along the seam of her body.
She cried out at that small touch, pushing her toes into the mattress, arching up. God, she was perfect, plump heat beneath his fingers. He rubbed her own wetness along her, circling her clit as she sobbed.
Eric’s cock throbbed, telling him she was ready, ready, ready. And she was. Before he could explore further, Beth was twisting around, reaching toward the side table where he’d tossed the condoms. He should help her. Be a gentleman and get the protection himself, but his body was beyond his control now. She’d turned over onto her stomach and her spectacular ass was laid out before him.
Good God, her body was a fantasy of smooth skin and round hips and tight muscle. He reached for her, helpless to stop from smoothing his hands down the perfect globes of her ass. He curved his hand over one glorious hip and eased his other hand between her legs. When he sunk two fingers deep into her pussy, Beth gasped and lifted her hips to take him deeper. Her slick folds and tight muscles squeezed against him as he slowly pushed his fingers into her.
She rose to her knees, breathing, “Oh, God,” over and over again.
He wanted his cock inside