The heat of his flesh. The scrape of his beard stubble as he claimed her mouth in another kiss.
Passion surged high within her, increasing the sexual drive that had been building since their dance at Emilio’s.
He tasted robust and piquant, like the roasted coffee they had shared at dinner. She was thirsty for more.
Their tongues played, gliding in and around and over each other. The tender slide of his palms underneath her breasts as he made her bra disappear became a hungry hunt to increase her pleasure.
The burning urge to stroke him, to travel the tempting terrain of his body compelled her.
She ran her fingertips over his belly, exalting in the way his taut stomach muscles quivered at her touch. His low groan lit her up inside. She tracked her hand lower, finding her way through the coarse curls to glide her palm up the long, hard length of him.
Excitement stirred her blood. A murmured whisper of delight slipped past her lips at the sexy feel of him pulsating in her hand.
Her body clenched, anxious to have him inside her, filling her up, making her whole, but she didn’t want to rush things. She wanted to savor this moment, savor him. It took every ounce of will she possessed, but Vanessa forced herself to hold back. She knew he was worth the wait.
He eased her hand from his shaft and pulled his mouth from hers. “You keep doing that and I won’t last two minutes.”
Tanner kissed his way down her neck to her swollen and achy breasts. His mouth settled over one straining nipple, sending a coil of heat firing like an inferno into her blood.
Her body grew heavier, more languorous until it seemed to liquefy into his. He forsook her nipples and returned to making idle circles around her breasts, until once more he was back, pulling and plucking the straining peaks.
She writhed against him.
He circled back.
This time she moaned through clenched teeth when he reached her nipples at last and rolled them between his rough fingers.
Her breath came out in low gasps and her entire body felt aroused. Nibbling her ear, he lifted her up onto his thigh.
His lips tugged on her earlobe. She delighted in the sensation as he began to suckle on her flesh and the ruby stud nestled there. She shuddered at the wetness of his tongue, the heat of his mouth.
He spread his legs and, in the process, pried hers apart with his knee. His hand slid down her breast and across her inner thigh. His other hand gently massaged her buttocks.
Her breathing quickened and her heart thumped.
Flashes of pleasure bombarding her, Vanessa let out a muted purr of confirmation, telling him he was on the right path as he blazed a trail down her torso with his wicked tongue. She felt his hand at the waistband of her panties, his fingertips taunting her by slipping underneath the silky elastic.
“I’m going to love you with my mouth,” he promised, not asking her permission, simply telling her what he was going to do.
His comment shot her arousal to a fevered pitch. His heated breath against her bare belly was driving her insane. His fingertips shifted through her moist curls, headed for the area she most wanted him to touch.
In response, she arched her back.
Come on, come on.
If she didn’t feel the warmth of his hot, wet tongue against her soon, she was going to lose her mind.
Tanner slipped her panties over her hips, slid them down her thighs, past her knees. She kicked them off.
“You smell so sweet.” He inhaled and then placed a smattering of kisses down the area below her navel.
She felt every quiver of her body, every ragged breath.
With excruciating slowness, Tanner moved his hand to cover the triangle of hair between her legs.
Vanessa moaned her pleasure as his hand cupped her gently.
She allowed her legs to drop open, giving him full access to her body. He lay on his belly between her knees and lightly brushed his lips over her feminine folds.
He hissed in air. “You are so wet.”
Her heart skipped a beat at the sound