One Chance (Hogan Brothers 1)

Another time. She smiled.

Excitement drummed through her veins at the thought of giving herself to him. Her eyes were closed as she pictured the way he would strip off her clothes. Kiss his way down her body. His light touches would leave goosebumps in their wake.

Thighs shaking, she tried to quench her thirst for impending pleasure by squeezing her legs together. Hearing Nox groan, “Christ, Soph,” had the pleasure drumming through her veins in a faster beat.

After he kissed every inch of her, he would slowly spread her thighs, force her knees to her hips. He’d be hypnotized by her pulsing core just begging for his hot touch.

“Lennox,” she moaned out loud.

Feeling his warm hand on her thigh, her eyes slid open to small slits as his fingers lightly trailed up and down her skin.

“More,” she whispered, marveled that this vixen was coming forth. She’d never been so bold before.

“You trying to kill me, darlin’?” he groaned, his fingers digging into her thigh possessively.

“I feel so hot,” she panted. Her cleansing breaths suddenly gone.

“I’m not taking you on the side of the damn road.”

She felt the speed of the car pick up as his fingers grazed across her sex. She pulsed in response. Her body was alight with new sensations she’d never before entertained. He was awakening the woman in her, and she fought between her fear of baring her soul and her desire to connect on an intimate level with him.

The car jerked to a stop, and she heard Lennox’s door slam shut before her eyes would open in cooperation just as he opened her door. Pulling her from the vehicle, his lips were on her own in a flash.

It wasn’t just a kiss or nibble, he devoured her entire being in the act. His tongue pushed past her startled mouth and tangled with her while his hands had her ass in a bruising grip as he hoisted her up into his hold.

She was so lost in his dominance that she didn’t realize

they were in the bedroom until he’d dropped them to the bed. His body towered over hers, enveloped her small frame into his muscled chest and arms. She felt so cherished by his forceful move. The way his hands skimmed along her body, swift yet assertive. She knew he was as lost in the sensations as she was.

“Sophia,” he groaned into her neck, his hips pushing powerfully against her most intimate area.

Ever so slowly his hand slid her dress up past her waist to settle on her hips. Arching her back as those same strong fingers delved behind her back, she felt the tear as he ripped the zipper open.

Her gasp in the quiet room was audible.

Before she knew it, he had the garment up and over her head. The plop as it landed on the floor the only sound in the room. His eyes, oh, sweet mercy, those deep blue eyes ate her entire body up. She felt electrified as they travelled down her figure. Lingering on her white lace bra, her dusky rose-colored nipples strained for his touch. No words were needed as his hands cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over the peaks, eliciting a moan of pure rapture from somewhere hidden deeply inside of her fighting to break free.

“I don’t know where to start.” His whispered words were full of reverence and wonder. Her blush was immediate as his hands moved further down her body.

Watching the pleasure work its way across his face and through his body, she felt it as her own. When his hands left her skin, the loss was immediate. Gripping the back of his shirt, he ripped it over his head. All of his glorious muscled form on display. His tan perfection made her mouth water.

His intricate tribal tattoos danced across his chest to his shoulders and wrapped around his back. Chinese symbols marked his ribs, and she wondered what they said until he bent forward to kiss her stomach. She lost all rational thought after that.

“You’re like summer and beauty rolled into one sweet package, Soph.” The husky note to his voice made her whole body shiver.

Silence shrouded them and every breathy moan from her, every shocked gasp, his guttural groans, they were all magnified. They were the soundtrack to their pleasure.

As he moved slowly but surely down her body, removing the last of her remaining garments, his light kisses and soft touches had her at such a fevered pitch that she could no longer contain herself.

“Please, Lennox,” she begged, “I need you.”

His smile, so cocky, so sure, held a thousand promises as he stood before her, eyes locked on her own as he stripped the rest of his own clothing off. His thighs were filled with more muscles than she could comprehend. When his boxers dropped to the ground, the thought was forgotten. He was so hard. Large.

“It looks painful.”

“It is,” her gaze skittered to his when he spoke. She hadn’t meant to speak out loud. The rueful grin he had betrayed his amusement.

Crawling back up her body, his hand tickling the insides of her thighs as they searched out her sweet spot. When he finally touched her, when the callouses on his fingers grazed her nether lips she couldn’t help the ecstasy-filled cry that left her lips.