HE SMELLED LIKE leather and lust, and the desire in his voice sent what felt like years of spine-tingling anticipation slamming into Leah. Her well-thought-out words were lost to the need pounding between them, and “Tank” came out with a nervous laugh.
“What, sexy girl?” He kissed her neck.
“You’re crazy. I wanted to dress sexy for you, but it’s been so long since I’ve dressed that way, it felt weird, so I threw on your shirt.”
His eyes bored into her. “Baby, don’t you know how I feel about you? You don’t have to try to be sexy. It’s innate. It’s in your eyes, your smile, the way you roll your lower lip into your mouth. It’s how you mother the girls and weather storms for them.” He brushed his lips over her cheek, spreading heat like wildfire through her core. “You could wear a hazmat suit and I’d still be walking around half-cocked, because you’re you, and I’m me, and we’re fucking combustible.”
“Tank,” she panted out.
He tightened his hold on her and slicked his tongue around the shell of her ear. “Nothing is hotter than seeing you in my shirt.”
He nipped her earlobe, sending lightning to her very lonely lady parts. It was a good thing he was holding her up, because her knees gave out.
He tightened his hold on her and said, “So tell me, beautiful, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?”
He grazed his teeth on the sensitive skin just below her ear and sealed his mouth over her neck, drawing out her lustful response. “You’re not.”
He pulled back just enough for his dark eyes to pin her in place, searching for answers to silent questions, every passing second making her heart beat faster, her body flame hotter. She managed a nod, hoping he got the message, and his lips came down over hers, kissing her once, twice. Every press of his lips sparked little fires within her, until her entire body pulsed with them. He continued the titillating temptations, kissing her longer, deeper, and slower, making her pulse pound faster, her chest flutter with anticipation. How was it possible a man that big and strong could kiss like a gust of hot, glorious wind, sweeping her up in them until they felt like one being?
His arm tightened around her as he stepped into the house without breaking their kisses. In one swift move, he closed the door and pinned her against it with his hard body. His arousal pressed into her stomach, and a needy sound escaped her lips, drawing a hungry growl in return. He intensified his efforts, taking the kiss deeper and rocking against her, sending her body into a frenzy of passion and need. His beard abraded her skin, but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel all of him, his lips, tongue, teeth, fingers, hands, and all his other fiercest parts. Just when she was sure she’d melt into a pool of lava, he framed her face between his rough hands, gazing into her eyes with so much emotion and desire it brought a lump to her throat.
“God, Lee,” he said huskily. “You’re everything…”
She pulled his mouth back to hers, unable to wait. He lavished her with more intoxicating kisses. “I missed you,” he whispered, his warm breath trailing over her flesh between urgent kisses. “I want you.” His affection was addicting, his greediness contagious. He devoured her, and when he tore his mouth away, gritting out, “I need to feel you beneath me,” “Yes” rushed from her lips.
He crushed himself to her from mouth to knees and every delicious point in between. He lifted his foot, trying to work his boot laces free without breaking their kisses, but they both ended up laughing, and he left her a panting, dizzy mess of desire and quickly removed them. She pushed at his vest, and he shrugged it off and tugged his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. His hands dove into her hair and fisted as he angled her mouth beneath his, taking her in a penetrating kiss that sang through her veins, drawing her deeper into them. She felt his piercings through her clothes, bringing a thrill of the unknown. But it was the fullness in her heart, the rampant crying out for the man whose emotions were as real as the moon, who treasured her girls and felt her grief as his own, that had her bowing off the door, winding her arms around his neck and whispering, “Bedroom.”
Their mouths fused together as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wound around his waist, and he carried her into the bedroom and closed the door. He pulled the blanket back and lowered them to the mattress. Their eyes collided for a hot second, and she swore time stood still. Was she even breathing? His mouth came coaxingly down over hers in a kiss so sweet and sensual, her thoughts fractured. They kissed and groped, hips rocking, gyrating, grinding, their needy moans filling the air. He trapped her lower lip between his teeth, tugging just hard enough to send heat searing down her body. Her eyes flew open, and his wolfish grin sent shivers of desire racing through her.
He trailed openmouthed kisses down her neck, slowing to suck and nip, his every touch taking her higher. He pushed up her shirt, and she rose off the mattress, allowing him to take it off. Her bra went next, and his eyes roamed over her bare breasts. She thought she’d be even more nervous when he saw her pale, freckled body, but he licked his lips, wickedness pooling in his eyes.
“Jesus, baby. You’re a fucking goddess. My goddess.” He kissed her again, slow and tender. “I’m going to take away all your pain and make you feel so good, you’ll never want to leave this bed.” He brushed his lips over hers. “That’s a promise.”
Wickeds always keep their promises. Her body shuddered in anticipation.
He lowered his mouth to hers, taking her in another toe-curling kiss. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe, as he moved lower, exploring with his hands and mouth, kissing, sucking, licking, groping, caressing, until she was shaking and whimpering with need. He dragged his tongue around her nipple as his hand slid up her thigh and beneath her skirt. He teased her through her panties and she lifted her hips, needing more. His eyes drilled into hers, stringing her nerves tighter. But he didn’t strip off her panties. He moved his thumb over them, expertly working that bundle of nerves through the thin material.
Her breath hitched as mind-numbing sensations slithered down her core, radiating outward to her fingers and toes. A slow smile curved his lips, as if he felt her pleasure as his own. He lowered his mouth over her nipple, sucking it to the roof of his mouth. She gasped, her eyes slamming shut at the scintillating pleasures consuming her. She fisted her hands in the sheets as he sucked and stroked until she was gasping for air, hanging on to her sanity by a fast-fraying thread. When he grazed his teeth over her nipple, pinpricks skittered over her flesh, and she thrashed beneath him.
He tore his mouth away. “Too much?”
“Heavens no.”
She grabbed his head, guiding his mouth to her breast again, and he worked her into a blithering mess, sucking her nipple so hard she lost all control. Her hips bucked, a stream of greedy sounds flying from her lungs. He captured those sounds in a punishingly intense kiss, stroking between her legs so perfectly, her climax ravaged her. When she finally came down from the high, he eased their kisses to a new realm of pleasure, one that pulsed through her, drawing out moans and mewls and leaving her light-headed. Her heart hammered against her ribs as her eyes fluttered open, but her body was still electrified, and they closed again.
He brushed his beard over her cheek, reigniting the fire within her, and kissed her cheek, speaking huskily into her ear. “I cannot wait to taste you.”