Wicked Games. Alison Kent
fully, his palm circling over the very tip of her budded nipple.
And then her top was around her waist and both breasts bared. Oh, but she felt reckless in such delightful ways, reckless enough not to give thought to anything but the physical joy of the moment, and to the man offering her this pleasure. Doug leaned down, his eyes wide, his gaze locked wickedly on hers, and took her into his mouth.
She remembered everything then, every detail of the way he knew how sharply to tug, how sweetly to kiss, how softly to curl his tongue around her nipple. He’d learned so many things about her in that one dark night of sea breeze and sex, and he remembered. He remembered.
When had any man ever remembered, ever paid the sort of intimate attention needed for such perfect recall? Kinsey moved her hands to her sides, bracing her weight on the counter. She scooted her lower body closer into his and tossed back her head. Eyes closed, she kicked off her shoes and slid her heels up and down Doug’s backside, feeling all that taut resilient flesh beneath his very GQ attire.
The sensations of slipping and sliding, of being tongued and tasted, the reality that dinner was going to have to wait…She wasn’t sure anything she’d ever felt had been so perfect, any man she’d ever known this amazingly right.
When he moved his mouth to her other breast, she knew that having him now mattered more than waiting to be certain, than wondering if she was making a mistake she’d regret not having the resolve to avoid.
She threaded her fingers into his thick hair. “Doug?”
“Hmm?” he breathed against her skin.
She shivered. “The food is going to have to be reheated anyway….”
He slowed his very attentive movements, finally looking up, his eyes bright, his hair falling dashingly over his forehead, his mouth red and wet from the kisses. He kept his hands on either side of her rib cage, holding her there as if he expected her to bolt.
As if she wanted to be anywhere else.
“What’re you saying here, darlin’?”
She met his gaze candidly. “Just that dessert sounds really good right about now.”
He closed his eyes, as if to assure himself he wasn’t living a dream, then looked back at her with an expression defined by one simple word.
Hot.
“Kinsey Gray, you have made me a very happy man.”
The very words a girl wanted to hear. “I expect total reciprocation.”
“Trust me, darlin’. You’re about to be the happiest woman alive.”
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