Words of Love - By Hazel Hunter Page 0,6

year since Brett had been with his wife but he was sure it’d never been like this. Jessica was intoxicating. Her breathy whimpers filled his ears. Her lithe body bent to his. With every succulent kiss across her throat, her aching gasps only made him want more–made him want everything. Quickly, he unclasped her bra and, as it and her shirt fell to the floor, he unzipped her pants, knelt, and peeled them down.

• • • • •

Jesse knew that this moment couldn’t be real. But somehow that didn’t help the torrent of mismatched feelings coursing through her.

Brett had just undressed her.

He’d kissed her in a way she hadn’t known was possible and now she stood naked before him, waiting for his touch, yearning for it. But even as she felt his lips and then his tongue on her abdomen, she couldn’t open her eyes.

Because if I do, this impossible dream will end.

Instead, she gripped the wet collar of his shirt as her knees threatened to buckle. Too stunned to do anything but keep her balance, she inhaled sharply as his tongue moved up to her rib cage. Blood pounded in her ears, drowning out the crashing rain. In all her life, she’d never done such a thing–especially with someone she hardly knew. Yes, this was Brett Delacourt, the most attractive man she’d ever met but…

His harsh breaths washed over her chest, the stubble of his chin grazed her skin, and then he gnawed at her breast.

“Oh god,” she whispered harshly as her abdomen contracted.

Something in her needed this so badly it blotted out everything else. His reputation didn’t matter. Her disbelief that this was happening to her didn’t matter. Not even the right or wrong of it mattered. Because in this moment, Brett’s sudden euphoria at being alive had completely swept her along with him.

She had never felt more alive.

Then, as she dug her fingers into his damp hair, he suckled her nipple. She inhaled sharply. His mouth was hot and wet, luxurious beyond belief. Jesse moaned at the intense pleasure and, in return, Brett hungrily engulfed the throbbing tip with a satisfied “Mmmm.” The vibration of his lips around the hardening peak was too much. Her back arched and she pressed into him, feeling his arousal jab into her.

Then suddenly he released her. Against her will, she opened her eyes and the sensations of the outside world intruded: the gossamer drapes of netting, the spattering of heavy rain in the distance, the rolling thunder from somewhere above, and the low light of the single lantern.

Brett stepped back from her and she felt the separation as a stabbing pain. But as his fevered eyes darted from her hips to her breasts and then to her face, the heat of his gaze sizzled on her skin. His fingers quickly undid the first button of his shirt but then fumbled with the second. Suddenly, he grabbed the fabric to either side and ripped it open.

Jesse gasped and jumped a little as she watched the fabric split and heard the plastic buttons skitter across the stone floor. He hurled the material to the ground and nearly tugged the canvas belt free from all the loops as he unbuckled it.

Jesse stared at the flexing muscles of his sculpted chest. She watched as he twisted to let his pants slide off, his abs rippling and bunching as he moved. Brett’s body was perfect but of course it had to be because this was a dream.

And in that dream, he moved toward her.

• • • • •

Brett guided Jessica backward as he lifted the mosquito netting to let them pass. Her exquisite body had been a shock when he’d undressed her. But now his eyes drank in every inch of her. As he eased her down, he marveled at her sinuous movement and the way her lithe torso flexed. Her skin was creamy and silky smooth under his searching touch. As she lay back, he paused to cup her bare breast. Full and plump, the sweetly curved mound swelled in his hand.

She inhaled sharply and, as her diaphragm sucked inward, he focused on her incredibly flat tummy, then the roundness of her hips, and finally the soft mound of tawny curls at the top of her thighs. His bulging arousal suddenly ached and the urge to join his body with hers renewed itself with force.

As he quickly positioned himself over her, he looked down into her face. Lightning flashed but her closed eyes didn’t react.