Marly's Choice (Men of August 1)

Ask her to stop? He was within a breath of pleading for more.

His hips arched from the seat, driving his erection into the vee of her thighs. Little minx. She lifted her body away from him, a soft laugh feathering over his skin.

Cade had never experienced anything like it. He was burning alive, his senses overloading with the small, delicate pleasures she was bestowing upon him. He wanted to throw her to the seat and ravage her. But a part of him wanted her beneath him, his lips showing her the torturous sensations she was giving him.

“I always wanted to make love to you, Cade.” Her breath, hot and sensual whispered over his flesh. “And have you love me as well. But you throw me into the maelstrom, rather than easing us both into it.”

He barely heard her words, but he felt them against his flesh. He moaned raggedly as she ground herself against his cock, choking back a harsh demand that she release him from the bonds she had placed on him. A bond he couldn’t break. If he touched her, she would stop. God in Heaven, as tormenting as it was, he couldn’t let her stop.

“You enjoyed it.” It was the only thing he could gasp aloud.

“How would I know if I enjoyed it, or if only my body did?” she asked him gently, raising her head to stare into his eyes.

What was it he was seeing within those darkened depths, Cade wondered. Definitely passion, definitely need. But there was a pleasure and erotic heat he had never seen before, in any woman.

“You’re not making sense.” His fingers dug into the seat once again as her lips returned to his neck, the suckling pressure on it driving his blood pressure higher.

She shrugged languidly, smiling against his skin as she traveled lower, Cade slid his body lower to keep his hard flesh in contact with the vee of her thighs. But no matter how hard he tried, she still ended lower, her lips and hands now on the clenching planes of his stomach. And she loved the taste of him if the sounds coming from her throat were any indication.

“Perhaps it will make sense later then.” She rose from her bent position and began to unbutton her blouse.

/> Cade fought to drag air into his lungs as her fingers, trembling and unsure, released the buttons of her blouse. Then she was peeling it from her shoulders and tossing it into the corner of the seat. His mouth watered as she cupped the white lace covered mounds of her breasts. Then she released the clip holding them together and removed that barrier as well.

“Son of a bitch, you’re trying to kill me.” He couldn’t take his eyes off the hard tipped, plump flesh, or the way her fingers slowly toyed with her nipples, making them harder, longer.

The soft pink flesh darkened, the mounds rising and falling harshly with her breathing as her hand framed and caressed them. His cock jerked, screaming for release. His heart thundered, and somewhere deep inside, Cade felt a part of his soul unravel.

Marly couldn’t believe he was actually allowing her to touch him the way she had always longed to. That his gray eyes were nearly dark with pleasure, his hard body taut and reaching for her. She had always dreamed of him touching her as well when she did this, but she knew Cade would take over. She needed this chance, this stolen time to show him how she needed him, how she loved him.

She faced him, watching his gaze as it centered on her hands, the way his tongue ran over his lips longingly. She pinched her nipples lightly, hearing the small groan that escaped his lips, and the pleasure from it racked her body.

“Let me—” his voice was dark and deep, rumbling from his chest.

“Let you what? Use your hands?” she taunted him. “No, Cade. This is my time. My way.”

“God, Marly.” He licked his lips again, his eyes darkening further.

Marly felt her own stomach clench in pleasure at the look on his face. His cheeks were lightly flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark, his lips full and moist and parted for her.

She eased closer, lodging the nipple of one breast between his lips. He groaned, latching onto it instantly to suck it into his mouth.

Marly moved back, feeling her breast pop free of his mouth as his lips tried to follow.

“God. Damn, Marly,” he cried out, his eyes never leaving the moistened flesh he had held in his mouth.

Marly frowned as he stared at her like a man starved. She shook her head, smiling at him when he raised his eyes to hers.

“Marly’s way,” she whispered, bending her head to a hardened male nipple on his chest.

Her tongue touched it slowly, wrapping around the point as he arched, groaning like a demented creature.

“Son of a bitch.” His breath wheezed from his throat as his head fell back against the seat.

As her lips caressed the tight point, her fingers went to the other, stroking and soothing, then scraping lightly as she alternately licked and sucked at the tip she held in her mouth.

Then she rose to face him again, her own breathing out of control. His chest was tight and hard, muscular and warm. It rose and fell harshly as he raised his head slowly. Once again, Marly slid her nipple past his lips.

Fire lanced her body as his tongue touched it. He suckled lightly, but his body was as tense as a drawn bow as he did so. He wanted to devour her, to eat her body with all the desperation running inside him. But he did as she asked, laving and suckling, his teeth biting gently. But he added a new dimension to it. One that had her crying out in her own need within seconds.