“Ow! Oh!Ahhh.”
He chuckled. “Better?”
“Yes.” What he was doing feltsogood, the skilled motions of his hands chasing away the stiffness in her neck and shoulders. “You’re really good at this.”
His voice was deep, his words slow, when he answered. “Becoming a paramedic means studying a lot of human anatomy.”
Human anatomy? Good grief!
She should stop him before this went in the wrong direction. Yes, she should, but she couldn’t because it was already too late.
Oh, yes.
Warmth licked through her blood, desire that had been on a slow burn since yesterday kindling into something more. She couldn’t remember being so affected by a man’s simple touch. It wasn’t just the fact he was touching her; it was the fact thathewas touching her. Electricity made her tingle everywhere his skin made contact with hers, the heat sending little shivers down her spine. “Mmm.”
Had she just moaned aloud?
His hands slowed, his touch sensual now, callused fingers curling at her nape, caressing her cheek. Then he shifted, his lips pressing against her temple, his breath hot against her skin. “God, Victoria.”
She turned her head to the side, lifted her chin. “Kiss me.”
Chapter 6
Eric heardher whispered invitation and damned if he could resist. He slid his fingers into her hair, angled her head to give him better access, then brushed his lips over hers. The jolt of heat took him by surprise, shot straight to his cock. “Victoria.”
He closed his mouth over hers, wanting more, but this was no good. Sitting behind her, he couldn’t really kiss her, not the way she deserved to be kissed.
He turned her chair, then, in a single motion, scooped her into his arms and stood.
“Oh!” She gave a little gasp, but there was no mistaking the thrill in her brown eyes as he carried her toward the sofa, her pupils wide and dark.
He hadn’t gone two steps when she caught his face between her palms and kissed him. His eyes closed, and his feet stilled, his awareness shifting to the hot feel of her mouth on his, the pressure of her lips, the sharp edges of her teeth as they nipped his bottom lip, the taste of her tongue as it searched for his.
Jesus!
As much as he’d love to stand here holding her all day, they weren’t going to get very far like this. He opened his eyes and staggered forward, the beautiful woman in his arms refusing to break the kiss, her fingers sliding into his hair, holding his mouth right where she wanted it. He struck his shin on the coffee table, adjusted his trajectory, stopping when his knees bumped the sofa. He lowered her to the soft cushions and stretched himself out above her.
If touching her had felt electric, full-body contact nearly blew his mind, the heat between them threatening to make him spontaneously combust. He tore control of the kiss from her, felt her yield, a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan catching in her throat as he plundered her mouth.
God, she tasted good.
She turned her throat to the side, exposing sensitive skin. He took what she offered, licking and kissing her just beneath her ear, breathing in the scent of her, savoring the rapid thrum of her pulse beneath his lips. She shivered, her hands sliding beneath his T-shirt to caress his abs and pecs, the feel of him seeming to turn her on. It wasn’t hurting him. That much was sure.
But two could play at this game.
He tore his lips from her skin, slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, and tugged down her dress, exposing a low-cut bra of blue satin and the sweet, creamy swells of her breasts. Willing himself not to rush, he kissed the line where satin met skin before releasing the center clasp, hunger for her pounding in his chest like a heartbeat.
She watched him through eyes gone black as he pushed the satin aside to reveal two beautiful natural breasts, their dark tips already puckered.
He knew what she expected him to do, so he didn’t do it, but kissed, licked, and nipped the skin of her breasts, moving closer to her nipples without touching them, letting her anticipation build. She whimpered in frustration, her nipples drawing tighter. Still, he made her wait, pressing kisses against her breastbone, running his tongue in circles around those dark crests. Then, when he couldn’t take it any longer, he closed his mouth over one pebbled tip and sucked.
“Eric.” She moaned his name, one of her legs wrapping around his waist, the other pinned against the cushions beneath his.
His cock ached to be inside her, but he didn’t want to stop, not when she was enjoying this as much as she was. Her breath came in pants now, her hips rising as if to dry fuck him from below.
She wanted a little friction? He had just the thing for that.
He adjusted his weight and pressed his erection right where she needed it most, grinding himself against her. Her response was immediate, her eyes drifting shut, her hands coming to rest against his biceps. The motion was so like fucking that, yeah, it was arousing in a my-dick-is-going-to-bust-through-these-jeans sort of way. It wasn’t enough to make him come, but it seemed to be taking her where she needed to go. That was good enough for him.