Page 108 of Big Bad Wolfe

His beautiful, talented mouth started out wild and hungry. Then he settled into a deliberate, thorough, tantalizing exploration that made the drumbeat of her blood thick and heavy in her veins.

The kiss lengthened. Deepened. Until she was dizzy and awash in desire.

The connection arced from him into her and back. She tasted his passion, his desire, and something more. A deep, elemental link shimmered between them, binding them in lustrous golden strands.

Wanting, needing the ultimate intimacy, she burrowed her hands between them and unbuttoned his shirt. Without breaking the kiss, he shrugged it off, and she ran her palms across his wide chest. Smooth hot skin and sculpted muscles flexed under her touch. He groaned, then his lips left hers to nibble the tender spot beneath her ear.

Her turn to groan as his sensual lips played along her jawline. Quivers rippled up her spine. He laved her earlobe and she shivered, her nipples peaking. His hot tongue swirled inside her ear, and she gasped at the electrifying sensation.

She felt his smile. “Like that, do you?”

Though the ocean breeze wafted in through the window, there didn’t seem to be enough air in the room. “Very much.”

He blew softly, his breath warm and moist in her ear. “Hmm.” His smoky timbre resonated deep inside her, provoking another shiver. “I’ve noticed how sensitive your ears and neck are.”

“You’re excellent at noticing details.”

“Uh huh.” His hands cupped her aching breasts through the top of her sundress. “Like the fact you’re not wearing a bra.”

Drowning in pleasure, she struggled to keep her head above the waves long enough to reply. “How perceptive of you.”

He gently squeezed while agile thumbs teased her nipples through the fabric, and she moaned again, arching her back.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured in her ear. “Do you know what that does to me, sweetheart?”

“Since I’m sitting in your lap, I have a pretty good idea.” She squirmed, reveling in the big, hard ridge pulsing against her mound. “Mmmm. Another minute of this and I could—”

Strong hands clamped on her hips, immobilizing her. He chuckled, but it sounded strained. “Oh no you don’t.”

She smiled into his expressive eyes, those melted chocolate irises dilated to smoldering black embers. “Well, hurry up then.”

“I told you, we’re not going to rush this time.” He caressed her cheek, his expression tender. “You deserve so much more. I wish—” He broke off, staring into her eyes with an intensity that stole her breath.

Her heart stumbled. He looked at her with such reverence, such tender longing. Like she was a rare and valuable painting he wasn’t worthy to possess.

But Zane could have her. He already did, though he didn’t realize it. “Oh, Zane. I lo—”

His mouth again commanded hers. Had he cut off her declaration on purpose?

The thought evaporated in a flood of sensation. Zane’s hot satin tongue flirted with hers, advancing and retreating until she nearly went wild from craving his sinfully dark taste.

Long nimble fingers wandered down her back, unbuttoning her dress, dipping inside to tease her spine … button by slow, maddening button. He eased her slightly away from him and she watched his features tighten, the pulse in his throat throb rapidly as he slowly raised the dress, drew it over her head and tossed it on the floor.

His gaze drank her in, golden embers in the smoky umber pools brighter than the shimmering candlelight. A callused fingertip traced the dip of the pearls down her chest to her navel. “If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never forget how you look right now. His gaze cruised lower, snagged on the coral thong and his breath hitched. “Whoa!Miss Jillian, I heartily approve of your taste in lingerie.”

She grinned. “I bought them to wear just for you, Zane.”

“You have my eternal gratitude.”

She trembled as soft lips again explored her jawline on each side, kissing and nibbling from her ears to her collarbone. He dallied along the column of her throat, his lean-muscled chest rubbing her breasts, the crisp hair tantalizing her nipples … leaving her mindless and panting.

Just when she thought he couldn’t build her desire any higher, he arched her over his supporting arm and began to kiss the curves of her breasts. Her nipples contracted painfully tight, the sweet sting begging for his mouth. “Zane,” she whimpered. Her fingers snarled in his silky hair, trying in vain to direct him.

“Nope.” A teasing love bite nipped her breast, followed by a satin tongue licking the sensitized skin … and coiling desire deep in her center. “I’m leading this dance, sweetheart.”

She groaned. “You’re making me crazy!”

He chuckled huskily, guiding her hand to his bulging fly. “You’re not the only one who’s discoing to that number.”

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