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  Everything about her was soft and giving. He slid his free hand under the soft, thin cotton of her t-shirt, and explored the satiny length of her spine, as she wound her hands through his hair, holding him in a kiss that was rapidly spinning utterly out of control.

  Kevin tore his lips from hers and they both panted, dragging in desperately needed oxygen. Her eyes met his and held him captive. Who knew brown eyes could burn with an incandescent flame? Who knew brown eyes could pierce a man straight through to his soul?

  Bending his head, he drew his tongue along the sharp curve of her jaw. She tasted of everything good, and he needed more. More of the fire he saw in her eyes, more of the honey of her mouth. More of her. He wanted to bathe in her flame, come out renewed.

  He followed the line of her jaw until he was nuzzling into the wild curls behind her ear. She murmured and wriggled closer, grinding her soft little pussy against the iron bar of his cock.

  “You like that?” It was purely rhetorical. If she liked it any more, she’d be flat out climbing his body.

  He flicked his tongue against the tender skin behind her ear, reveling in her strangled breaths and the uncontrolled writhing of her body. Opening his mouth wide, he pressed wet, nipping kisses down the length of her throat. God, vampires had the right idea, he thought. He saw her long, elegant neck and wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth in and claim her.

  She was raking her fingers through his hair, dragging her nails over his scalp, and the sensation sent a shiver down his spine.

  Sucking in a deep breath he released her, but only enough to tug the t-shirt over her head. Then he had to stand for a moment and just look at her. Her full, luscious breasts were cradled in a lacy white bra that seemed to offer them up to him like some sort of virginal gift. Her belly curved, all creamy softness, to the low-riding waist band of her jeans. She was un-fucking-believably gorgeous.

  *

  If she’d been any other woman, Jo knew, Kevin’s rapt gaze would have made her self-conscious or uncomfortable. But Jo had her gift, and Kevin’s approval and lust all but singed her skin.

  She let him look for a while, but it didn’t take long for her to get restless, to miss his touch.

  “Your turn,” she told him, grasping the hem of his t-shirt. He obligingly raised his arms and together they worked it over his head and she tossed it aside.

  “God, Kevin,” she breathed out. “You are the most amazingly beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

  He blushed! Dark red streaks slashed his cheekbones and he averted his eyes, muttering, “Men aren’t beautiful.”

  It was too delicious! “Okay, then,” she grinned and adopted a low “guy” voice. “Dude, you’re totally ripped, dude!”

  He flushed even darker, but laughed along with her. Then he reached out and hooked one long finger in the belt loop of her jeans and reeled her in closer.

  “Less talking,” he muttered against her mouth. “More kissing.”

  She was absolutely happy to oblige him.

  Swooping in, he claimed her lips in a deep, eating kiss. His hands rose to knead and stroke restlessly along the bare skin of her back. Jo returned the favor, coasting her own hands along his sides, memorizing the velvet smoothness of his flesh.

  Everything about him sent her into sensory overload, from the liquid fire of his kiss, to the amazing silkiness of his skin beneath her touch.

  Drowning in his kiss, Jo let her hands wander at will. A memory flickered. That first night, on her couch, the way he’d ignited when she played with his nipples. With a tiny smile that he licked up like ice-cream, she skated her fingertips to the tight points.

  She was immediately rewarded when he groaned into her mouth, then kissed her even more desperately. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, savoring his heat, his flavor, the way his cock dug into her when his hips surged powerfully against her in surprise. And all the while she swept her thumbs along the lower edge of his nipples, occasionally letting her nails graze the tight centers.

  His hands clenched tight on her hips. She thought he was probably leaving bruises. She hoped so. She had a deep, visceral need to see his marks on her body. As unsettled as things were between them, with the problem of the firebug still hovering over them, she knew that in the end, she belonged with him. Belonged to him. She wanted him to mark her.

  Heck, she laughed at herself, she wanted to mark him.

  He gave another strangled groan and pulled out of their kiss, burying his face in her neck.

  “Witch,” he breathed against her skin. “You’re dangerous.”

  She smiled, combed her fingers through his hair, and then started a wandering trail of kisses over his jaw, his neck, lingering to sink sharp teeth delicately into the thick muscle where his neck and shoulder met.

  He grunted under the caress and yanked her hips closer, grinding his cock into the damp denim between her legs.

  Encouraged, she scattered kisses over the rounded slopes of his pec’s, letting her tongue slip out to sample the salt and musk of his flesh. Teasingly, she lapped at the edges of first one nipple, then the other. He gave a little growl and arched his chest closer to her lips in clear demand.

  She laughed softly and pulled away, trailing kisses over his sternum, nipping at the hard slabs of muscle that made up his oh-so-fine upper body. She tormented him until he lost all patience and wound his hands through her curls, directing her lips where he wanted them.

  Obediently she opened her mouth over his nipple, laved with broad strokes of her tongue. He practically purred, kneading his hands in her hair like a contented tiger. His body was lit up like a flame, all heat and pleasure. The lingering shadows of his grief and guilt were banished by the fire of his passion.

  Pressing in, she sucked his tiny male nipple into her mouth, stabbing with her tongue until he was dragging in ragged breaths, and then raking with her teeth until he cursed and pulled her away.

  His eyes, when they met hers, blazed with pure blue fire.

  *

  She was going to steal both his mind and his control with that wicked, talented mouth of hers. She’d found a weakness and exploited it until he’d all but blown in his pants. And, ah fuck, he’d loved every minute of it.

  Her mouth rushed over him like a fire, her tongue a living flame searing his mind clean of any negativity.

  He set her away from him with firm hands, giving her a stern “Stay,” before dropping to his knees in front of her. Fucking paradise.

  His position put him eye level with her delectable tits, wrapped in angelic white lace. Her nipples pressed urgently against the lace, as if begging for his mouth.

  Instead of going for the obvious, Kevin leaned in and teased her navel with his tongue. She giggled and wiggled away, but he quickly caught her hips in hard hands and held her still as he skimmed his tongue along the waistband of her jeans.

  She relaxed easily into his hands, threading her fingers through his hair and stroking gently in time with his little licks and sucks.

  He worked his way up her rib-cage, taking large, gentle bites of her succulent flesh, leaving stinging pink marks in his wake. When he finally reached her breasts, he began the torture again, running just the tip of his tongue along the edge of the lace, stealing just under the edge. She’d stolen his mind with her wicked little mouth. He was primed to return the favor.

  “Kevin,” she pleaded, tugging his hair in an attempt to direct his lips to her nipples. He ignored her, continuing to sample the creamy mounds of her breasts, running his tongue over the sheer lace of her bra.

  “Kevin,” she repeated, her voice rough with frustration. He grinned as she took matters into her own hands, reaching down to pop the front catch of her bra.

  Fucking Nirvana. The full globes tumbled into his eager hands, filling them to overflowing. Her nipples glowed deep pink with desire. He knew that with just a few sucks and a flick or two of his tongue, he’d have them glowing the red of burning coals.

  He couldn’t wait.
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  *

  Jo whimpered in response to his kisses. Her gift, which had made sex such an awkward and disappointing experience with other lovers, was now blowing her mind. Kevin’s lust was a flame behind her closed eyelids and she was burning up inside, and all she could think was, God, let it burn.

  He pulled back and tilted his head up, waiting for her to meet his eyes. A shiver ran down her spine at the emotion she found there. Her moody, stormy, golden boy, to be sure; but more. In those turbulent eyes there was an almost desperate need, a tentative peace, a tremulous joy that wrapped around her like silken bonds. All the fire of his passion and all the vulnerability of his heart blazed in his eyes.

  Once he was certain he had her attention, he leaned back in. Never once breaking eye-contact, he reached out with his tongue and gave each nipple a lingering caress. Her hands knotted in his hair, and he gave her a naughty, far too confident smile. Before she could pull his hair hard in retaliation for his teasing, he dove in and drew one nipple deep into the scalding recesses of his mouth.

  And, God, the man knew what to do with that mouth.

  “You taste fucking amazing,” he muttered into her soft flesh, and the words sent currents of air and thrills of sensation vibrating through her. He drew deeper, sucking hard, so his cheeks hollowed in achingly beautiful angles while his tongue worked magic and torture, fluttering around the yearning nub. His hand slid smoothly up her side, rising to cup her other breast, fingers plucking and pulling her neglected nipple. It was as if her nipples were hard-wired to her pussy. Each flutter, each pinch, each diabolical little lick sent a shaft of pure fire from breasts to pussy, taking her from merely hot to molten.

  Her knees buckled and Kevin caught her as she fell into his arms. Bracing her with his palms on her shoulder blades, he lowered her to the floor. She was already lifting, rising into his body when his arms went under her shoulders. She wrapped her thighs around him instantly, pulling him in close.

  “Kevin.” Was that breathless whimper really her? “Kevin, you’re killing me.” The words escaped on a cry as he ground his body into hers, his cock digging into her belly and then, when he shifted, into the hard ache that was her pussy. Their clothing did nothing to extinguish the need pulsing through them both.

  “Not killing you, baby. I’m loving you,” he whispered before capturing her mouth in a kiss that consumed her body and soul. They ate at each other’s mouths, their tongues dueling for supremacy. No man should taste this good, she thought incoherently, this right.

  They’d passed some internal check point, gone from smolder to blaze in the space of a few short breaths. His need wrapped around her like a vise, but hers more than matched it. Jo dug her hands between them, desperately grabbing his button fly and ripping it open. She couldn’t wait a moment longer to feel him inside of her. Greedy hands skimmed his sides and pushed down his pants as far as she could reach. Her nails skidded down his sweat-slick back.

  Kevin clamped his mouth on one nipple, tugging it harder now his hands tearing at her jeans. Jo wiggled out from under him and wriggled out of her jeans. Kevin kicked free of his own jeans, which she’d left bunched just above his knees, and devoured her with his eyes.

  He looked at her like she was his birthday, and Christmas and the Fourth of July all rolled into one. That look was almost Jo’s undoing. She knew what it meant, knew also that exact same look was reflected in her own eyes.

  Let it burn. Oh, God, let it burn.

  She needed him now, covering her, filling her, going so, so deep.

  With a wicked little smile, Jo rose to her knees and turned away from him. Gathering her hair in both hands, she raised her arms, arching and baring the line of her spine to him. She had to draw a slow, deep breath when she peeked over her shoulder at him. His stormy eyes traced a line of lightning down the deep curve of her spine and over her backside.

  She waited until his eyes rose once again to her face, and very deliberately sucked her lower lip between her teeth. He winced and palmed his cock, banding his fist around the base as his thighs tensed. She felt her smile widen just a little bit. Without looking away, Jo let her hair tumble in tangled curls over one shoulder, leaving her back open to his view. Then she lowered her torso to the ground and raised her ass.

  *

  Kevin barely managed to pull the condom from his pocket, his hands were shaking so badly. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Joanna and the way she laid, presented to him like an early birthday gift.

  Condom in place he bent low, his mouth sliding along her lower lips, breathing in her desire and tasting her fire. Starting at her clit, he slowly moved his tongue back, swiping along her folds like a cat licking the sweetest cream. And she was sweet.

  He tugged her labia open with his thumbs, his mouth circling her entrance, letting her arousal coat his lips before sliding his tongue back further, ending at her dark star, licking at the soft area. Joanna’s back arched into him as he continued to lave the forbidden spot, and her cream washed out to glaze her pussy with even more sweetness.

  Her ragged cry, that rush of wet heat had him ready to fucking explode. He needed to be Inside. Her. Now. All instinct, no thought, he surged upward, wedging her silky thighs open with his thick, hair-roughened ones. In one graceful, instinctual movement he’d butted the aching, weeping head of his cock against her soft, trembling opening. Hands wrapped around her ass cheeks, he held her open, pulled wide so he could watch, nearly hypnotized, as his dick penetrated her. The sight of her soft, silken flesh stretching around him, the heady scent of her desire, the slick fire of her pussy wrapping around him with a shockingly strong ripple. Fuck. It took every last tatter of control he had to work his way in slowly instead of pounding into her like a jack-hammer. She clamped tight around him with each agonizing millimeter. Fuck. His fucking head was gonna explode before he was even half-way in at this rate.

  Her hips jerked back, forcing him an aching fraction deeper, and she gave a low, guttural groan.

  “Ease up, baby,” he gritted from between clenched teeth, grasping her hips to still her movements. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You aren’t hurting me,” she moaned. She sounded frantic, raw, as if she were about to scream. Or maybe as if she already were screaming, only it was on the inside. She gyrated that amazing ass against him, stealing another inch and making him dizzy at the sight and sensation. “Don’t hold back on me, Kevin,” she gasped. “I want all of it. Every part of your body, every part of your passion.” She was rocking on her knees now, fighting his grasp in her obvious desire to take him all.

  Her pussy rippled over the hyper-sensitive head of his cock, clutching at it as though those secret muscles were trying to drag him deeper, too.

  “Give. It. To. Me.” Each fierce word was accompanied by an equally fierce pulse of her pussy around him, and all at once Kevin knew that he’d lost this battle.

  He gave in, slamming full length into her, butting up against the mouth of her cervix as though the little cupped space had been perfectly sculpted for the round, fat head of his cock.

  His fingers dug deep into her hips as he pushed deeper, still, swiveling his hips and screwing himself so far into her that he no longer knew or even cared where he ended and she began. She laid her forehead on the floor and, with a reverberating cry pounded the polished wood with her fist.

  If there’d been any hesitation left, her reaction would have sent it up in smoke. He slid his hands up her ribcage, filling his palms with her breasts, and surged into her. Her spine bowed sharply, she gave a little scream, and he pounded harder, hunching over her to lick at the nape of her neck, sucking the slick, sweet skin there until a rosy mark bloomed under his mouth. She whimpered, gasped, and flung her hips back at him, always demanding more.

  He let his mouth slide over her damp skin until her found the vulnerable spot where her neck met her shoulder. Almost as if she sensed his intention her pussy clenched around him and she pushed back into his hold. With a feral grunt
he sank his teeth into the delicate muscle. She screamed and jerked in his hold. He pistoned harder, the force of his thrusts nearly sending her skidding across the floor.

  “Is this what you wanted?” He groaned the words against her skin, lost in the sensation of her around him, of her somehow inside of him.

  “Yes,” she sobbed, smacking her palm flat on the floor, trying to gain resistance to push back into his thrusts. “More,” she gasped, and “Harder,” and “Dammit, Kevin, give me more!”

  “Fuck!” Her cries turned him inside out, her desperation fueled his own. Roughly, he grabbed her upper arms, pulling them back, arching her body off the floor and using them for leverage. The view was spectacular, the hint of bondage intoxicating as he remembered the helpless ecstasy of being bound to her bed.

  “Is this how you want it, baby?’ Kevin asked, teeth clenched. She wailed wordlessly, and he pounded his cock into her, harder and faster with every stroke. The soft, warm flesh fit him like a glove, his balls slapped against her fine ass with every frantic, forward motion.

  “Deeper,” she moaned, twisting wildly in his hands. Sweat slicked both of their bodies. Kevin released her arms, one arm banding across her collarbones, dragging her back against his chest, his other hand sliding around to her stomach.

  He pointed his fingers downward, and slid them down to her swollen pussy. He let his fingers separate, spreading to fork around his cock. Pressing in with his palm he compressed the tender skin of her opening around his throbbing dick.

  Her arms, now freed, wrapped back around his neck, drawing him even tighter against her. The heel of his hand grazed her clit and she shimmied at the contact. He buried his face in her neck, shivering in response, his thrusts jerking, losing rhythm as pure sensation took over.

  “Come for me, Joanna. Give me your fire,” he panted against her ear before drawing her lobe between his teeth. “Let it burn all fucking over me.”

  Joanna’s hands knotted in his hair, and he ground his palm over her clit. Her hands slipped down, her nails digging into the back of his neck, and he went wild, scoring his teeth over her neck, her shoulders, as much of her back as he could reach without letting go.