Her breathing grew shallow. His heart pounded with anticipation. Urgency warred with desire. He held steady, making the moment when they touched all the more worthwhile.
Marley felt the whisper of Justin’s breath on her lips and waited…waited…waited. Every nerve ending in her body tingled with expectation. His scent, an intoxicating combination of sandalwood and male, completely took over her senses. The warmth of his solid body against hers was so stimulating she couldn’t even imagine what it’d be like when no clothing separated them.
His hands at the back of her neck pulled on her hair until it tumbled free of its knot. She sighed as he threaded his fingers into her hair, first massaging her scalp, then combing through the length of her curls. His hands slid back up along her arms to grasp her shoulders and still, he hadn’t closed that last inch between them.
She couldn’t stand it any longer, not a second more. She began to open her eyes and that’s when his mouth captured hers. His tongue sought immediate access. She opened at his insistence, relishing his immediate domination.
After a wild minute, she realized he was groping for the door handle and helped him get them inside without breaking contact. She definitely wanted privacy for what she had planned, because while her slip-of-the-tongue-decision on the porch hadn’t really surprised her, she didn’t want the whole neighborhood to witness the loss of her virginity.
Once the door slammed shut, he pressed her against it, his body grinding into hers with the force of his passion. His hands bracketed her face, tangling in her hair. The wood panel behind her had nothing on the male body in front, and her knees weakened.
Then the pressure of his hips subsided, and one calloused hand slid under her shirt, up her ribcage. His touch left a trail of fire in its wake. When he cupped her breast, she drew a surprised breath. His fingers massaged as he lifted its slight weight. A soft moan of pleasure escaped. She lost all ability to think coherently.
“I know you wear bras, so was this planned, too?” he rasped against her lips as his palm brushed against her peaked nipple.
She made a negative sound and managed one word. “Coffee.”
His husky chuckle sent shivers down her sensitized spine. “God, I love coffee.”
His other hand joined the first under her shirt. He caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and her knees nearly buckled. “Me too,” she breathed.
Marley’s imagination had nothing on the reality of his touch. The limited access he had under her snug tee shirt began to frustrate her. She shrugged out of the borrowed blazer and let it fall to the floor. He pushed her shirt up. Thinking he was going to take it off, she took a deep breath and raised her arms to make it easier.
After a still, breathless moment, she opened her eyes to find him staring, his hands resting at the top of her ribcage, material clenched in his hands. The intense look in his eyes and the low sound of appreciation he uttered made her feel beautiful and sexy…like a desirable woman.
He stripped the shirt off and tossed it. Suddenly self-conscious, she pressed close and sought his mouth again, wrapping her arms around his neck. His tongue intertwined with hers, every so often giving her a taste of the mint ice cream he’d had for dessert.
He pulled her away from the door and stutter-stepped them across the living room. “I didn’t pay attention the other night,” he whispered against her lips. “Remind me which bedroom is yours?”
“Second door on the right.”
She was really going to do this, wasn’t she? Yes.
Not allowing herself to second guess the answer, she tugged his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it as fast as possible. As she worked the material over his shoulders, her back came up against the wall next to the hall. She arched away from the smooth varnished wood and tried to move sideways into the hallway, but his body pressed her against the interlocking pine boards.
The cool surface warmed against her bare skin as the unfamiliar ache throbbing inside her intensified with the pressure of his hips. She felt the hard ridge of his arousal. Instinctively, she knew relief would come when he was inside her, and she slid one knee up along his thigh to shift their fit and increase the pressure at the apex of her thighs. The movement brought pleasure and frustration. He pressed harder and a tortured groan filled her ears. She didn’t know if it came from her mouth or his.
His dress shirt was gone, but his white undershirt still separated them. She pulled the hem up, then flattened her palms against his chest to shove the material over his pectoral muscles. He reached a hand back to drag the shirt over his head. Marley drank in her first view of his naked chest and recalled her very first assessment of his physique. Calendar quality was an understatement.
She reached forward and let her fingers explore his hot skin, caressing the hard planes of his muscles as if he were a model of her own creation.
Justin gave a soft growl. “I want you so bad I can barely stand it.”
“Second door on the right,” she reminded in a desire-husky voice she never would’ve recognized as her own.
He leaned in to kiss her again with a roughly muttered, “In a minute.”
His lips left hers, trailing across her jaw to the side of her neck. Amazed by the sensitivity of her skin and the sensations engulfing her entire being, she wasn’t prepared for the feel of his mouth on her breast. With the first flick of his tongue, she gasped. Then he drew the nipple inside his mouth and sucked. Her hips jerked as a shot of desire went straight to her core.
“Oh, God, Justin.” Her breath rasped as if she’d just run four miles uphill, and her heart pounded so hard she felt each beat.
“I know.” His breath was as ragged as hers. He shifted his attention to her other side, his sandpaper-rough jaw scraping against her skin. It was too much.
She wanted more.
She urged him up with her hands. He complied without taking his lips off her skin, working his way along her neck. She arched her back to grant him easier access while reaching between them to undo his belt. The buckle presented a bit of a challenge, but she managed it and began to unfasten his pants as he toed off his shoes. Her hands brushed against his pulsing erection and curiosity made her pause to explore the length of him.
“You’d better let me, or this’ll be over way too fast,” he warned in a low tone, pushing her hands aside.