Twelve Days The Beginning - By Jade Reyner Page 0,57

He immediately pulled her tight to him and pressed his lips into her hair, smoothing his hands down her partially bare back.

“Mmmm..” he murmured, “I love your taste in clothes. You have no idea how sexy this dress is. It made me seriously hard just watching you.” He looked at her as if considering something, “You should wear your hair up more often; you have the most incredible neck.”

As if to prove his point, he set about kissing her neck from the nape up to the tendrils of hair at the base of her hairline, stopping now and again to nip little bites of flesh between his teeth.

Elise groaned and dropped her head back to allow him better access which he instantly took, pulling her closer to him and nipping and licking his way around the whole of her neck and across her collarbone. Christ, this man was good.

The shivering became more intense and she felt her nipples harden. The design of the dress didn’t allow for a bra so she knew that if he looked, he would see the hard points jutting out proudly and it would be blatantly obvious how turned on she was.

Twisting slightly to face him, she reached behind his head and linked her fingers, stroking them in the dark curly hair which rested at the base of his neck. She ran her thumbs along the underside of his jaw and then up to his lips, to the half smile that she had been wanting to run her fingers along ever since she first saw him. As she made her way across his mouth, he abruptly opened it and drew her thumb in, sucking on it and gently nipping the fleshy pad.

Elise felt her breath halt and a gush of wetness flow down to her panties at the simple eroticism of the gesture and she wiggled on his lap to ease some of the tension. The movement brought her into direct contact with his erection and they both hissed out a breath.

“Jesus, Elise” he ground out, “What you do to me.”

Hurriedly, Vaughn closed the final distance between them and took her mouth with his with no warning and no pleasantries. He just took what he wanted and, in an odd way, Elise liked that despite it being everything she abhorred in Dale. She knew that this man was different and that he would stop if she asked him to. Right now, she had absolutely no intention of doing that.

She met his mouth stroke for stroke, opening when his tongue sought entrance and groaning as she felt him duel with hers. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along the inside of her teeth, her lips, across the roof of her mouth.

The contact of their mouths wasn’t enough, and her hands began an exploration of their own across his back, revelling in the muscles that moved and twitched as she continued to caress him. Dragging her hands down his side, she felt him draw in a quick breath and he reluctantly released her mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You are so beautiful ‘Lise – so, so beautiful.”

Absently she registered the shortening of her name which usually she detested but somehow, in this situation and when this man said it, it sounded so unbelievably sexy that she found she had no desire to correct him.

Continuing her exploration, her hands traced across his chest, starting with his perfectly defined pecs and pausing briefly at his flat nipples. Giving them each a cheeky squeeze, she moved on down towards his abs; tracing each one in turn, loving the fact that he had only a little chest hair in all the right places. Finally she moved lower, down to the V that disappeared beneath the quilt and he drew in another sharp breath before grabbing her hands to stop her.

“Any more of that and I will seriously embarrass myself.” he said with a wry grin.

Reluctantly, she moved her hands back up to his shoulders. “Spoil-sport” she whispered.

He laughed and captured her mouth again, instantly entering her and deepening the kiss. They stayed locked together for long minutes, holding each other tighter, impossibly so until Vaughn eventually broke the kiss.

“My turn now.” he murmured against her lips and turned her around on his lap so that she was facing away from him.

Gently he placed his hands on her shoulders and massaged her neck, releasing the kinks and knots from the tension she held so tightly there. She felt herself turn to liquid