Page 553 of One More Kiss

Andrea

Staring up at Mick,I felt my entire body go warm. I was tired of talking about Blaze. I wanted Mick—only him. I knew I shouldn’t, but my body moved before I could stop it, and I threw my leg over his lap.

Mick watched me with hooded eyes as I arranged myself over his lap. “Whatcha doin’, gorgeous?”

“What does it look like?” I rolled my hips and Mick’s hands tightened on my waist, his teeth cutting into his lip.

He gave a little shake of his head. “Fucking temptress.”

I grinned as I shifted again, my pelvis rocking against the hard erection tenting the front of his jeans. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” One hand threaded through my hair, holding me captive. Arrested by his intense stare, I couldn’t speak—couldn’t even breathe. A second later his mouth came down on mine, soft and warm. His lips coaxed my mouth open and his tongue slid against mine, tasting of peppermint and sexy man.

Wildfire roared through my blood as he angled my head to the side for better access. His mouth slanted over mine, delving deep and exploring every inch. My fingers curled into his shirt, and I held on for dear life as the desire inside me swirled and reached fever pitch, sweeping me away with an intensity I’ve never experienced.

Our teeth clashed as I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck, burying my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. One strong arm encircled my waist, tugging me closer so there was barely a breath of air between us. I hadn’t bothered to put a bra on when I changed into sweats earlier, and my nipples stood completely erect as they brushed against his hard chest.

His free hand slid beneath the fabric, then moved to the curve of my waist, splaying over my ribs, and his thumb brushed just below my breast. I wiggled on his lap, seeking more. Emboldened, he cupped my breast, his thumb brushing the tight peak. His fingers pulled and tweaked the taut tip, and I threw my head back as a gasp escaped my lips.

Mick took advantage of the motion, his mouth attacking my neck, his teeth scraping along the sensitive cords. Goosebumps burst along my arms as he lightly bit down, making me jump.

I felt him smile against my throat. “Let’s take this in the bedroom,” he murmured.

Before I could agree, he planted his feet wide and stood with me still in his arms. I wanted to protest that I was too heavy, that he didn’t need to carry me. But every thought fell out of my head as his cock pressed against my core, rubbing my pussy with every step. Even with four layers of fabric separating us, it was too much.

A little whimper left my throat, and Mick covered his mouth with mine for a breathtaking kiss. “Shhh...” He nipped my bottom lip. “Better keep quiet.”

Once in the bedroom, we made quick work of shedding our clothes, and Mick pulled me onto the bed beside him. Deft fingers slid through my hot center, and I felt the heat of embarrassment sweep over my cheeks. I was drenched—so fucking wet and he’d barely even touched me. The thought drifted away as one digit slid deep inside me. “Oh, God…”

“Shhh…”

There was a teasing quality to his voice, but I couldn’t dredge up the effort to admonish him for it. Whatever the hell he was doing with his fingers felt too damn good. I slapped one hand over my mouth as he continued his slow, sensual assault, alternately teasing my clit and stroking deep until I writhed beneath him.

My entire body shook from the desire dancing along my nerve endings like electricity. His tongue dipped and swirled, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I held off as long as I could, but it was all suddenly too much. Turning my face into the pillow, I cried out my release, my leg muscles going rigid under the force of his onslaught. One hand slid upward and gently tweaked one nipple, sending the fire in my core flaming into a giant inferno. My hips bucked against him, the pleasure bordering on pain.

Any sane, normal person would have pulled away. Not him. He tongued me harder, faster, drawing out the orgasm until I could barely breathe. A second orgasm rose quickly on the heels of the first, and it ripped through my body with an intensity I’d never experienced. Unable to hold it in, I screamed, the sound reverberating in my ears and echoing in the room. My body buzzed like a live wire, but still he kept going. One long finger slipped inside me, reaching deep, searching for my G-spot. His tongue slipped lower, and I jumped as he flicked my clit.

His soft chuckle rumbled through me, and I clenched down on his finger as he began to retreat. He added a second, twisting and turning them, massaging my walls and making me feel even fuller than before. I cried out as his teeth found the sensitive bundle of nerves and nipped playfully.

“Please!” I begged, unsure exactly of what I was asking. Stop, more, go faster—anything to take the unbearable edge of pleasurable pain away.

His hand retreated, leaving me feeling bereft. “Please what?”

“Oh, God, don’t stop!”

His throaty chuckle met my ears as his blunt head pressed against my entrance then slipped inside. “Never.”

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