From This Moment On - By Debbi Rawlins Page 0,54

his other hand anchored between her thighs, his fingers steady and determined as the most breathtaking sensation rippled through her. Each new wave of pleasure pulled her in deeper, surrounding her in a soft sensual fog and threatening to rob her of air.

His breathing came as fast as hers, racing over her fevered skin, making her want more and more. Wanting him to share the same dizzying experience. She was still weak but able to stand on her own. He didn’t fight her when she pried his arm away from her body, then moved her hips to disengage his fingers. She spun to face him and saw the desire burning hot in his eyes. She had the distinct feeling her stamina would be tested tonight. Well, she planned on testing his right back.

She went for his jeans again, but Trace seemed set on kissing her. He used his tongue to part her lips, then slipped inside her mouth and palmed her left breast. Nikki managed to shove his jeans down to the lower section of his thighs, and then she remembered his boots. That’s what had tripped them up the first time.

Her patience was gone. She broke away. “Sit down.”

“In a minute,” he murmured, trying to capture her mouth again.

She turned her head, but that didn’t stop him. He settled for kissing her jaw. “Now,” she ordered, then gasped when he sucked in her nipple. She let him have his way for a few more seconds because, God, it felt so good. Then she lowered herself to the blanket and he followed her down.

“Boots,” she said, shoving him away when he tried to lay her back. She grabbed one, and he tugged off the other boot.

After that it was easy to strip him of his jeans. She reached for his black boxers at the same time he tried to pull off her panties. They got tangled up for a second and started laughing, though neither of them would give in and let go. Finally they were both naked, and Nikki just stared at him.

How could he be so perfect? From the breadth of his shoulders to the thickness and length of his erection, to the ridges of muscle in his thighs and calves. She wanted him to stand up so she could get a better look. And his ass...she’d already felt it through the denim and knew it was perfect, too. She still wanted to see.

“I don’t suppose you’d want to get up and twirl around for me?” she said, grinning at how his brows shot up.

“Not as long as you’re willing to reciprocate.” His slow sexy smile distracted her.

She jerked at the feel of his hand sliding between her thighs. Clamping her legs together she stopped him from going any further. “Condoms? We should be ready.”

“Right here.” He reached behind to his jeans and produced a packet.

“Wow, you’re good. I didn’t even see you—” She’d forgotten about his hand. The startling invasion of his fingers made her tremble. She bit down on her lip, too hard, but at least it brought her to her senses. “No,” she said, wiggling backward. “Not yet.”

She came up on her knees and pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to lie back. He wouldn’t go down all the way, but braced himself on his elbows and watched her. She didn’t care. She had what she wanted. With the tip of her finger she lightly traced the hard silken length of his cock, then circled the crown. It leaped at her touch.

“This isn’t gonna work.” His voice was hoarse and his expression strained. His body had tightened, so that it seemed every muscle across his belly and down his thighs was clearly defined.

“Seems to be working just fine.” Nikki gave him a light squeeze then stroked upward.

His laugh turned into a groan. He briefly closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. Then he let out a slow exhale. “I’m serious.”

“About?” She took her time exploring, grateful for the bright moonlight, and ignoring his low moans, the occasional hiss. She already knew from the day he was at the Lone Wolf that his belly, shoulders and back were as tan as his forearms and face. He obviously worked a lot without a shirt. But now she also knew exactly how low he wore his jeans. The tan stopped two inches below his belly button. Still, he wasn’t lily-white, and she wondered if the McAllisters had Native American blood in them.

“Nikki.” He grabbed her wrist and moved