Waking Up to You Overexposed - By Leslie Kelly Page 0,108

as completely as he had the other side.

Her legs clenched, heat shooting from her wet nipples down her body, straight between her legs. She jerked up, dying to be freed of her jeans. “I need...”

“I know,” he whispered. He dropped his mouth to hers for a deep kiss that shut her up and zapped her brain. He tasted sweet and hot and decadent.

Izzie worked at Nick’s shirt as they kissed, pulling away so she could tug it up and off him. Then she sagged back, staring in disbelief at the perfection that was his body.

In his clothes, he was an incredibly well-built man.

Out of them he almost defied description.

He was rock hard, not an ounce of excess on him, with a massive chest and thickly muscled shoulders. His huge arms rippled as he moved, highlighting a sizable tattoo—a Marine Corps logo. Just the perfect amount of dark curly hair emphasized the breadth of him before narrowing down to his waist and hips, where he was incredibly lean.

“I’m not finished my dessert yet,” he muttered when she reached for his waistband.

He tossed the tiny bit of cannoli away and grabbed another one out of the box. Taking her hand, he pushed her arm over her head until she had to lie flat on the floor. Then he worked his way down her body, kissing, nibbling and licking off all those spots of cream he’d deposited on her earlier.

“It tastes sweeter now,” he said when he dipped his tongue into her belly button and swirled it there. “It just needed one more ingredient to make it absolutely addictive.”

Her. It needed her.

And she needed him.

His hands. His mouth—oh, heavens, his mouth. His amazing body. And that big hard erection she could feel pressing against her leg as he slid farther down her body.

He didn’t even move his mouth off her as he undid her pants and pushed them down her hips. Izzie lifted up to help him...and unintentionally offered herself to him much more intimately.

He was on her immediately.

“Nick!” She gasped and panted when he covered the front of her tiny panties with his mouth, breathing through the fabric, sending warm tendrils of pleasure right where she needed them most. “Please.”

“I bet this will taste even sweeter,” he whispered as he tugged the satin away.

Izzie barely breathed as he pushed her clothes down and off, until she lay naked beneath him. And she absolutely flew out of her skin when he took the new tube-shaped pastry and smeared one creamy end of it through her curls and across her sex.

“Oh,” she groaned.

He pushed at her inner thighs and Izzie parted her legs, giving him the access he’d silently demanded. When he took a first, slow lick at the filling, thick and heavy in her curls, she came up off the floor.

“Oh, definitely sweeter,” he said. He moved farther down, sliding his tongue over every inch of her, eating every drop of sticky cream as if it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Izzie was a quivering mess, shaking, panting, bucking. Desperate for more, she didn’t know whether to beg or remain still for fear he’d get distracted from what he was doing.

He didn’t get distracted. And before she knew what he was up to, she felt the flaky shell of the cookie scraping across her clit. She cried out again, feeling the climax build inside her. When he licked at her again, working her clit with his tongue and his lips—lathing, then sucking—she finally got what she’d been waiting for. Pleasure erupted through her, rocking her hips, sending a pulse of heat through her.

Nick didn’t even pause, beyond muttering a soft “Yes,” in acknowledgment of her orgasm. He just kept going, sliding the cannoli farther...following it with his tongue. Until finally he began working the delicacy between her drenched lips.

“You’re not...you can’t...” she gasped.

But he did and he was. He slid the tip of it into her wet crevice—sending a cacophony of sensations rushing through her. The roughness of the delicate shell, the smoothness of the filling, she’d never felt anything like it. It was wicked—erotic. A little outrageous.

And she loved it. “Nick...”

“I’m not quite finished with dessert. Though I’m just about full,” he murmured.

She only wished she were.

She didn’t get too impatient, however, because she was too anxious to see what this supposedly “nice neighborhood guy” would dare next.

He wanted to keep playing, obviously. He slowly sunk the treat deeper, as far as he could, then gently tugged it out. He did