Page 106 of For Love or Money
‘Lesley?’
‘Just go with it,’ she said, kissing him again, more forcefully this time, her lips lingering on his encouragingly. She sighed against his mouth as he started kissing her back, his arms tightening around her.
She parted her lips and felt his breath hot in her mouth, his lips warm and firm against hers ... and dry. She slid her tongue lightly along his lower lip, while she clutched him feverishly, aching for him to slide his tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss. But to her increasing frustration, his kisses remained firmly PG-rated. Maybe he was just being polite, kissing her back because she’d kissed him first. But when she ran her hands over the bunched muscles of his chest, his heart was beating wildly, and when she ground her hips into his, seeking friction, she felt ... whoa! a rock-hard erection. He was definitely into this. So why was he holding back?
He pressed dry, closed-mouth kisses down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat. Which was very nice as far as it went, but—
‘Kiss me properly,’ she murmured finally, unable to bear it any longer.
‘I am kissing you properly,’ he breathed against her skin.
Oh God, was he just a shit kisser, she thought, her heart sinking. Maybe she’d found the one thing Al wasn’t good at. She wanted to howl with disappointment. She’d thought he was restraining himself out of respect that day on the hike, but maybe that was as good as it got.
‘Seriously?’ she said, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up. ‘This is the best you can do?’
‘Within the agreed parameters, yes.’
‘Huh?’
‘You said no tongues, remember?’
‘Oh! Well, I’ve changed my mind.’ She leaned in and ran her tongue along his bottom lip encouragingly.
‘You want me to use my tongue?’ His eyes glinted mischievously, and she suspected he was torturing her deliberately now, drawing out the agony.
‘Yes. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble,’ she said, curling her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him to her.
‘No trouble at all,’ he said, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. Then he lunged in and kissed her again, his mouth opening over hers, and she gave a little whimper of relief and excitement as his tongue slid inside. The sensation went straight to her groin. He was anamazingkisser! She felt like whooping with delight as they devoured each other’s mouths hungrily.
They kissed and kissed, and it all became more urgent and grabby, their breathing hot and ragged, their fingers clutching. Lesley hitched a leg across Al’s, grinding against his erection, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her nipples were hard and taut, and she longed to feel his touch on her bare skin. But while she ran her hands feverishly all over his body, he kept his on her waist, so light he was barely touching her. When she couldn’t stand it any longer, she took one of his hands and pressed it against her breast to give him a hint.
Finally he lifted his head a fraction, just far enough to mumble against her mouth.
‘May I touch you under your clothes?’
‘God, yes! Please. Knock yourself out.’
Then finally he pushed his hands up under her T-shirt and she felt them on her hot, flushed skin, sliding over her naked breasts. They both groaned as his fingers brushed against her hardened nipples and he kissed his way down to the neckline of her T-shirt as he pinched and rolled them, making Lesley squirm in pleasure, the delicious ache building between her legs.
‘May I take this off?’ he mumbled against her skin, tugging at the neckline.
‘Yes,’ she gasped. She knew what his game was now, and she could just tell him that the rules were off and he could do whatever he wanted. But the fact was his voice was incredibly sexy, and she was finding it a huge turn-on having him say what he wanted to do to her out loud. Besides, it was very hot making out like teenagers, teasing it out slowly.
She squirmed restlessly as his hand slid to the hem of her T-shirt. His fingers brushed lightly against her skin as he peeled it slowly upwards, and she shivered. She sat up a little and lifted her arms so he could pull it off over her head. He tossed it aside and looked down at her, his eyes darkening.
‘Wow, you’re gorgeous.’
Then his mouth was on her breasts, his breath hot on her skin as he licked and sucked, pulling one taut nipple into his mouth while his fingers teased the other, and Lesley felt the need gnawing at her insides.
‘May I touch you below the waist?’ Al breathed, his fingers drifting across her stomach.
‘I might start screaming if you don’t.’
She felt his smile against her skin as his fingers trailed lightly down her stomach, tracing a line across the edge of her knickers. Then he was kissing her again as his hand dived inside.
He groaned into her mouth as he slid a finger inside her, and Lesley gasped as his thumb started rubbing slow circles over her clit. The tension built inside her until she was on the verge of orgasm, when he pulled back, hooking his fingers into the sides of her knickers.
‘May I kiss you below the waist?’ he asked, his eyes dark and his jaw tense as he gazed down at her. ‘With tongue?’
