“Noctorno, you kiss me, I’ll –”
“Two,” he muttered, his eyes dropping to my mouth then his lips dropped there.
Hells bells.
I fought it, I did. Seriously. And I worked hard at it. And it seemed I was winning.
I kept my mouth resolutely closed no matter how he coaxed (and he coaxed) with lips and tongue to get it open.
I was feeling pretty pleased with myself when his free hand suddenly cupped my breast and his thumb, with pinpoint accuracy, swept over my nipple.
Holy crap.
My mouth opened at the shock of pleasure that shot through my system and his tongue swept inside.
Oh shit. I forgot just how stinking much I loved how he tasted and how much more I loved how he kissed.
My body gave in before my mind, my arm curving around his broad shoulders then my back arched to fit my breast more firmly in his hand.
He groaned in my mouth and I loved that too. So much, that was when my mind gave in and he had all of me.
He deepened the kiss and my fingers glided into his hair to hold him to me as his thumb stopped sweeping my nipple, his hand went up, tugged the fabric down then he went back to my nipple, thumb and finger this time, rolling and squeezing.
Oh my. Nice.
My h*ps surged up, my fingers still laced in his hand held on tighter and I moaned my pleasure in his mouth.
His lips left mine and I moaned again because I didn’t want them to go.
But they didn’t go. They just moved to relocate. His hand cupped my breast, lifting it, his body angled down then my nipple was in his mouth and he instantly started sucking even as his tongue swirled.
Oh my God. That felt freaking great.
My fingers still in his hair fisted and I breathed, “Tor.”
His lips left my breast, his hand cupping it warmly again, just cupping it this time as his mouth came back to mine.
My eyes opened and they stared into the heated depths of his.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, arching into him again.
“Why do you burn so hot now, sweets, when we must go?” he muttered, his mutter husky with want at the same time I sensed frustration.
“We can delay,” I whispered, my hand leaving his hair to cover his at my breast and my other hand squeezing his insistently.
“We can’t,” he denied.
“Ten minutes,” I pushed and watched the desire in his eyes war with amusement.
“My love, what I intend to get from you will take far, far longer than ten minutes to get.”
Oh boy.
I liked the sound of that.
His hand moved from my breast and he pulled up the material.
Drat!