Page 88 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

“Yeah, ten years younger and a hundred pounds lighter without it.”

She smiles. “You look it. All your frown lines have disappeared.” She leans forward and kisses my forehead.

She kisses my temples, and down my cheekbones.

Then she kisses my mouth again.

This time, she slides her tongue against mine immediately, leaning against me, and I sigh and tilt my head to the side, accepting the kiss. I lower my arms to rest my hands on her waist, then stroke up her back. I don’t touch her breasts, not yet. But I stroke up to her shoulders, then back down again, enjoying touching her.

Eventually, she lifts her head again. Her pupils have dilated, and her eyes are large and dark.

Unprovoked, she lifts up and moves one leg across my hips, lowering down again so she’s straddling me. Then, after a deep breath, she takes the hem of her top in her hands, peels it up and over her head, and drops it onto the sofa.

She’s wearing a white bra, the lacy cups covering her perfect breasts, and I sigh. “Lora…”

Without saying anything, she moves her hands to her back, unclips the bra, pulls the straps down her arms, and drops that to the side, too.

She’s breathing fast, but she calmly takes my hands in hers, kisses them, then places them over her breasts before leaning forward to kiss me again.

I groan, cupping her breasts for a moment before sliding my arms around her and holding her tightly while we kiss. Her breasts against my chest are warm and soft, and as I skim my fingers up her ribs, she shivers and gives a sexy little moan against my lips.

“You have an erection,” she whispers.

“Yeah… sorry about that. It’s got a mind of its own.”

“It wasn’t a complaint.” She moves forward so she’s pressing against it and lowers her lips almost to mine. Then she murmurs, “I should ask… do you have any condoms?”

I nod. “A couple in my wallet.”

“Oh, of course.” She kisses me again.

My pulse speeds up as she rocks her hips against mine while I stroke down her body and up to her breasts again. This is really happening. Her movements are slow but deliberate—she wants this. I’m not talking her into it. She’s making the choice to move forward at each step, which is exactly what I wanted.

We kiss for a long time, exploring each other’s bodies, her hands traveling over my muscles, my shoulders, my throat, and into my hair, mine skimming up her back, around her ribs, and cupping her breasts. Her nipples are the palest pink, and I tease them first with the pads of my thumbs, until the tips have hardened and darkened a little, then gently tug them with my thumbs and forefingers.

When she tips back her head and arches her spine, I know I’m starting to get to her. Heart hammering, I kiss down her throat, unable to hold in a low growl of pleasure, and kiss down over her collarbone to her breasts before taking one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking. I’ve dreamed about this so many times, and the reality is even better, because a dream can’t portray the softness of her nipples, the smell of her perfume, or the sweet taste of her skin.

“Linc,” she whispers, “oh my God, you’re driving me mad.” She lifts my face and kisses me again, plunging her tongue into my mouth, while she rocks her hips against mine, arousing herself on me.

Ahhh… I hang onto my self-control with my fingertips. Steady, boy… let her get behind the wheel…

She lifts her head and moistens her lips. Then she says, “You still want to do it here?”

“It’s up to you, sweetheart. If you’d feel more comfortable in bed under the covers, we can go in.”

“No, I’m okay. Shall I take my skirt off?”

“If you’re ready.”

She gets up and slides her skirt down her legs, revealing a tiny pair of pretty white knickers. When she turns to drop her skirt onto the sofa, I get a great view of the white lace covering her tight, shapely bottom. She turns back and hesitates, then hooks her fingers in the elastic and slides it down her legs.

Now naked, her cheeks flushing, she sits astride me again, and I pull her close and wrap my arms around her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur.

“Linc,” she scolds, but she smiles. “Thank you.”

While we kiss, I stroke down her back and then along her long, slender thighs, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. When I get to the top, between her legs, I pause.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” I whisper.

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