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her the raw emotion that wrecked him. Grant, she whispered. Look at me, please. Youve got my hands trapped, honey, and I want to kiss you. 36 Carried Away Chapter Four As he drew away, Coco could see written on Grants face what she had known for three years. He had cared for her far and above the mind-blowing sex theyd shared. She had felt the same madness for him, and yet, the timing then had been so bad. Her job not done. Her devotion divided. No heart to enjoy a love affair. No time to be honest or stay and nurture a relationship. She meant to change whatever had been wrong then. Now he took one of her hands from between their bodies and buried his lips in her palm. She freed her other hand to frame his face and lean up to press her mouth to his. This first taste of him made her ravenous. Shed hungered for him for three long years. Today, shed tamped it down. His looks, his offhand charm were manna for her soul. Always had been. Had he known that? Could she show him? Warm and responsive, he let her kiss him as she pleased. Oh, she pleased. Sweetly. Lightly. Brushing her lips over his, she sampled him time and again. Remembering and discovering anew his flavors, his textures, she learned once more his willingness to let her enchant him. The same way he enthralled her. She wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders and rubbed her nipples into his heavily muscled chest. Oh, she had missed him. She placed her hand on the back of his head to hold it steady, and with an eager mouth, sucked on his lips, licked the outline, kissed him with the desire to erase the empty years without him. Patient, he breathed deeply as she took him higher and drank of his lips longer, harder. Rough, tender, she set her mouth on his again and again, shaping, savoring, devouring. He began to groan and she knew shed made her point. Time to make another, and so she took his lips once more and sent her tongue inside his warm cavern. He gripped her nape and let his tongue tangle with hers. 37 Cerise DeLand She broke away, breathless. I thought I remembered you, your body, this. She took another sample of his mouth. I hadnt. No dream compares to flesh and blood. Pulling her down to sprawl flat over the chaise, he captured both her wrists and shoved them above her head. He thrust one leg between hers and spread hers wide. Against her mound, she felt the long steel of his cock. She shifted, trying to position him near her seam and take him inside. He jerked up. Not yet, he growled and bit her earlobe. She arched against him, blissful. She could give him time. Give him anything he wanted. Its what shed come for. What shed planned for. If hed let her. If he still wanted her. And from what she was feeling and hearing, he did. She cried out in joy and wiggled beneath him, abrading her nipples against the rich fur of his chest. She hooked a leg over one of his hips and rocked her pussy on his thigh. He slid down her body, eluding her, making her moan in frustration, his hands still gripping her wrists like manacles. Nonsense on his lips, he murmured something torrid to the spot behind her ear. Trailing his tongue down her throat, he stopped and pressed his mouth to her pulse. Something that sound like alive and here escaped him. She was, yes, finally she was. His fingers slid down the backs of her arms and he placed his mouth to her sternum. He cupped her breasts. She mewled. Her nipples yearned for his teeth, his tongue, his kisses. Her breasts were so full, so hard, so needy, she could feel them reach for him, demanding his loving. He gave it. Oh, sweet god! Her hips rose up off the chair as he took both breasts in his hands and with a rasping tongue, he laved her. Round and round, he bathed each completely, kissing the undersides and licking her cleavage. She gasped for air, her hipbones grinding up against his, searching for relief. He didnt give any. Instead, his fingers played with her nipples. Tweaking them, twisting, then rewarding them with a hard