Against The Current

An eBook By Christine London.

Scooping her from her feet, the towel so carefully wrapped about her loosened as he cradled her against his chest. His bleached jockeys strained under the massive hard-on suffered at the sight of her, the scent of her, the feel of her soft and warm in his arms.

He fused his mouth to hers. The remnants of a small chuckle still vibrated through her. Molten desire surged through him. It coiled like a clock spring in his gut, spreading heated honey through his chest, so thick and sweet he thought he'd suffocate.

Get her to the bed before you lose all higher brain functions, his internal voice shouted. His legs pistoned toward the bedroom. The consuming kiss was broken as his shoulder caught the doorjamb. "Ooooff." The force of the impact pushed air from his lungs, now deep in demand from his need. There must have been pain, but the morphine of her presence numbed him to everything but her. Three more strides and he lowered her to the cool cotton of the sheets. Eyes capturing hers, the dark green of her cravings reflected in the deep pool of her gaze. The naughty curl of her lips taunted him. He stripped his jockeys off in record time. Wearing a sabertooth's smile, he climbed on the bed, straddling her like a carnivore ready to pounce. He thought he'd explode if he weren't inside her in the next two minutes. Tearing his eyes from her, he opened the drawer of the nightstand, scooped a handful of condoms out and set them on the beech wood surface.

"Feeling ambitious?" Her voice drew his gaze back. She smirked like the proverbial Cheshire cat, perched on her elbows and staring up at him. He tore open the foil packet and rolled the latex down in one smooth action. Looking back, he dove to her neck, exposed in all its tender sweetness as she dropped her head back. He bit along the column of her windpipe to the sensitive meeting of neck and shoulder, then across the wing of her collarbone. Self control shredding with each passing second, he grabbed the shells of her hipbones, fingers pressing into soft silken flesh. Her pleasure, his reason echoed through the lust clouded pathways of his brain. Slow down! He dropped his eyes lower, taking in the gap as the towel split from her breast to the top of her luscious thigh. He hooked the hem with a finger and tore the terry cloth to the side. Why did he always seem to forget the fantastic curve of her perfect margarita sized breasts? Jaysus, if they weren't the most spectacular feature of womanhood, this woman in particular. He dove for the beaded nipple and took it into his mouth. Flicking it with his tongue, drawing it into firm suction between gentle teeth. His hand drifted to the other, favoring it with a rolling action between thumb and forefingers.

He felt her arc into him, hips lifting from the bed, soft moans escaping her lips as she shifted under him. He slid a finger over her clit, slick with arousal and she gasped. If he wasn't beyond ready, she certainly was. Two, then three fingers slid easily into her, finding the bundle of nerves that made her writhe. She parted her legs in wanton invitation as he positioned himself in the 'v' thus created.

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