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Unknown Binding
First published January 5, 2015
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She pinned her beautiful eyes on him and said, “Hello, Brody.”
His gut clenched. For a long minute, he imagined that he was the man she wanted to seduce. Actually, he would have to pretend he was that man the entire time until she came to her senses. “That’s not how you greet the man you want to get sweaty with.”
“What would you do?”
With a slow smile, he stepped closer to her, taking the flowers and tossing them on the dining room table. He slid his hand around her neck, savoring the feel of her warm, silky skin.
She blinked up at him, slowly. “I’m not sure—”
Dipping his head, he started at the corner of her mouth, effectively cutting her off while teasing the seam of it with little bites designed to make her gasp. But even when her plump lips parted, he didn’t take the invitation to come inside.
Instead, he spent time on her lower lip, worrying it. Sucking it inside of his mouth and nibbling. He used his other hand to cup the side of her face, stroking her cheek.
She pressed herself against him, and he groaned a little. Yeah, he liked the feel of her. No, not liked. He loved the feel of her.
Finally, their tongues met. Slowly, taking their time as they curled around each other, rubbing, and then thrusting. She made a sweet little noise in the back of her throat, and he let go of her face and neck to run his hands down the sides of her body to cup her ass.
He squeezed, enjoying the feel of every delicious curve. “Damn fine ass,” he said against her mouth.
Her hands, before so very passive and gently placed on his chest, stole up to his neck, her fingers going into his hair to massage his scalp.
Panting, she pulled away slightly and he almost spoke, almost ruined the moment, but he waited and he was rewarded for his patience. She gave him the sultriest look he’d ever seen and went back to kissing him, pressing herself more fully against him.
They stood there, for hours or minutes—days—while they made out. Hell, they could have stood there for the rest of time. He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. All he could taste was her. All he could feel was her. It was everything he ever wanted.
Everything he could ever need for the rest of his life was right here in his arms, but he wanted more. He was hard, aching to be inside of her. Aching to taste her.
With a groan, he made himself stop kissing her. Made himself take a deep breath and urge his racing heart to calm. Resting his forehead against hers, he said, “That’s how you greet a man."