He slipped his hand beneath one of the suspenders and caressed her satiny thigh. A current of white-hot sensation shot through Sunny and she cried out his name. She flung her head back; her lips parted in a silent, but earnest, appeal for his kiss. He was all too glad to grant her request.
Their kiss was unashamedly carnal. As he sent his tongue in search of the back of her throat, his thumb inched up her thigh and stroked her cleft. Once. Twice. Sunny arched her back. Her hands, buried in his hair, clenched and threatened to pull out every single strand.
“Let’s make love, Sunny.”
She tried to nod in agreement, but her neck felt limp and useless while every other part of her body had never felt more alive. Ty came to his feet, effortlessly bearing her to the bedroom where he stood her beside the bed.
His gaze was ravenous as it moved over her, taking in her golden eyes, glassy now with passion, her moist, coral lips, and the riot of hair that shone like a halo in the fading light. Made of silk, her slip clung to the body that Ty had wanted to possess ever since he first saw it.
Her shoulders were broad but had a feminine slope. The complexion of her throat and chest was smooth and creamy and slightly tinted from her suntan. Her breasts were high, round, taut. The nipples were standing out enticingly beneath the silk slip.
She reached for the thin shoulder straps and began to lower them. “No,” he said, staying her hands. “Leave it on.”
Before she even had a chance to wonder why he didn’t want her to undress, he was drawing her against him. His kiss robbed her of all other thoughts save how much she wanted this man, filling her, ridding her of the emptiness she had lived with for so long, restoring her faith in romance, reassuring her that she was desirable.
His hands slid up the backs of her thighs. He squeezed the firm cheeks of her bottom. He held her against the stiff projection behind his trousers until their breathing was so rough and fast that kissing was no longer possible.
He pushed his hands down into the elastic waistband of her panties and rubbed his palms against her bare flesh. Sunny offered no resistance as he worked the scanty garment down her thighs and released it at her knees. She stepped out of the panties.
“Lie down.”
Sunny did as he instructed and watched as he yanked off his cummerbund and let it fall. He unfastened his formal trousers and pulled them down, stepping out of shoes and pulling off socks in the process. He had more difficulty taking off his briefs, and there was no secret as to why. He was full and hard when he came to her, still wearing his unbuttoned tuxedo shirt. The black bow tie was still dangling incongruously beneath his collar.
He lay directly atop her, settling his body between her thighs as his hips nudged them apart. Cupping her head between his hands, he ravaged her mouth. When his tongue couldn’t plunder it any more thoroughly than it had already done, he flicked it over her lips and used it to wash away the salty tracks of her tears.
“As of now, this second, you’ve forgotten Don Jenkins,” he rasped. “He no longer exists for you. Understand?” For answer she arched her hips against his erection. He might have smiled, but it was difficult to tell in so intense a face. “There’s only you and me now, Sunny. And I’m going to make all your misery well worthwhile.”
He levered himself up and raised her slip. His eyes closed momentarily and a spasm of longing swept over his face as he gazed down at her. He knelt between her open thighs. He played with the lacy garter belt, feathered the soft tuft of fair curls beneath it, caressed the smooth belly above it.
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bsp; He eased himself down over her again, this time planting his hard flesh snugly against the pouting lips of her sex. His hands smoothed over her breasts. Her beaded nipples drew his fingers like magnets. He kissed them through the slip, thrusting his tongue against the stiff crests as though he wanted to spear through the fabric.
Indeed, impatience overcame him. He tried to work the slip’s strap off her shoulder. It snapped. Neither Sunny nor he paid any heed to the damage because her breast was suddenly free and her nipple was in his mouth and he was sucking it greedily while his hand massaged her upward until she surrounded his lips and chin plumply and firmly.
“Oh, God, you’re wonderful,” he murmured. “Someday I’ll taste your milk.”
Sunny gasped, first at the startling thing he’d said, then at the sudden pain of his entering her. But she clung to him tightly, lifting her hips off the bed to greet him.
“You’re so small.” His breath was a gentle wind in her ear.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.”
Their mouths met in an ardent kiss as he pressed deeper. When the kiss ended, he was gazing down at her. His eyes were deeply blue and very gentle. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Sunny?”
Lying about it would be ridiculous when the proof was undeniably hindering his entrance. “Technically.”
“That’s the only way that counts.”
“I don’t know why you should be surprised,” she said with asperity. “You heard the rumors that I’d never gone all the way.”
He grinned. “Mind you, I’m not complaining.”
“You’re not?”
His eyes shone with a fierce light as he withdrew. “No.”