The murmur he made was part soft laugh and part growl of approval. He danced his fingers lower until he brushed the tip of her breast.
Yes.
Her nipples tightened immediately. He began to circle and tease the stiff peak.
She lifted her hips. God, she wanted the weight of him on top of her. Wanted that solid body between her thighs.
Just the thought of it made the ache between her legs increase. She sucked his tongue deeper, delving her fingers into his hair and holding him to her.
The low and throaty groan sent a wave of empowerment through her, intense and utterly feminine.
Just as quickly as she got accustomed to the power, it vanished. The hand that had been so good at teasing closed fully over her breast. Squeezing and learning her body.
She pulled away, letting her head fall back as she enjoyed the sensation of him holding her. His hand was so large and rough, and her breast fit perfectly.
She watched him through her lashes. The way he stared at her made it seem as if he thought she was perfect. Like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment.
I’ve always wanted you.
At the moment, she hadn’t really let that sink in, but the way he was looking at her now, it swirled in her mind again.
Did that mean he’d liked her back when she was with James?
He shifted on the bed and angled his body downward.
Her thoughts scattered as the caress of his breath on her neck was quickly followed by the flick of his tongue against the curve of her neck.
She hissed out a sigh and curled one leg around his hip, hooking him closer to her and dragging her dress higher.
He moved lower, kissing the same path his fingers had taken, until his lips closed over one taut nipple.
Oh God, yes.
Even through the dress and the lace bra, she could feel the heat and wetness of his draw on her. It sent spikes of pleasure through her blood.
Her breathing quickened and she held her head against him as he tormented her with his mouth.
It grew hard to think. Her body was the puppet and he her puppeteer. She squirmed, her hips lifting to him.
With his mouth still on her breast, he trailed another hand down her body, over the curve of her hip and lower.
She was only aware of the slow drag of her dress upward by the cool air on her skin. He traced his fingers so lightly up her leg and then her thigh.
Then, so frustratingly slow, he moved inward.
The first graze of his knuckles against her aching center had them both groaning.
Her breath caught, and seconds felt like minutes as she waited for that more intimate contact.
And then it was there. The slight tug of her panties before his fingers slipped into them.
The first brush of his fingers against the lips of her sex had her breathless.
“Please.” She pressed herself against him and sighed. “Eric...”
He lifted his head, and the mix of pleasure and possessiveness in his eyes went to her head like too much vodka.
“I love hearing you say my name like that.”