Page 103 of The Redemption of Remy St. Claire

His grin was quick and easy. “Sorry about that. I can stop if you want.”

“God, no. Please don’t stop.” She placed her hand over his, and through the fabric she felt his skin warming. It, in turn, warmed her from the inside out. The chill deep in her soul lessened. And when he moved his hand up to cup her breast, she instinctively arched her back. This time, when he kissed her, there were no preliminaries. His tongue demanded immediate entry, and she welcomed the invasion. The kiss was very carnal, and it singed her down to her toes.

“Let’s get under the blankets.”

Good suggestion.She readily agreed. First, she grasped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Somehow, she didn’t think he’d complain.

His pupils dilated.

Nailed it.She let him settle her, pulling the covers up, but leaving her chest exposed.

In the chilled night air, her nipples pebbled. Or maybe they did so because of his obvious appreciation. An unfamiliar ache snaked through her.Desire.Her body and mind both wanted more. More of what he had promised her. She met his gaze.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I know.”

In that moment she did feel beautiful. All her doubts and worries slipped away.

He continued to hold her gaze as he bent for another kiss.

She could get used to these kisses. Until this moment, she’d never understood the big deal about kissing, but as he ravished her, she appreciated there was more than tongues thrusting.

This time when he reached for her breast, she was ready. His hand was warm, and she arched into his palm.

He squeezed, taunted, and teased.

He tweaked her nipple and the sensation shot straight to her core. Heat rose from the tips of her breasts, up her chest, and into her face. A sheen of sweat broke out on her brow.

When he pulled his head back, his words were soft. “I need you to open your eyes.”

Oh, when had she closed them? Languorously, she obeyed.

He moved down, never breaking eye contact.

When he took her nipple in his mouth, obedience was no longer possible. Her eyes drifted shut on a wave of pleasure as he sucked her nipple, working it between his teeth. Overwhelming pleasant sensations bombarded her. Unbidden, she placed her hands on his head, holding it in place. A deep chuckle was her reward.

Don’t ever stop.

When he moved to her other breast, she tried desperately to find that place where only feelings existed. Where rational thought had no place. Increasingly, she was finding it difficult.

As if sensing her shift, he pulled back. He lifted the covers over them.

Desperation sank in. What was happening? Was that it? She was ready for more.

“Lie on your side, away from me.”

Curiosity piqued, she obeyed. Some rustling took place behind her, and then he pulled her toward him.Nice.His chest was bare and warm against her back.

He placed his arm around her waist and tugged her closer. “Does this feel okay?”

She pondered her answer.Okaywas a little simplistic. She felt a lot of things, confusion being the most prominent emotion. “What happened?”

He tucked her hair under her head, leaving her neck and shoulder bare. He pressed a kiss to the exposed skin. “We need to regroup. You’re thinking too much and not feeling enough.”

She wanted to rail against his assertion—but he was right.

“I just want to tell you how special you are.”

She scoffed, snickering.

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