At Long Last ... an excerpt from Hit ‘n Run
He had waited long enough. All day. Then through supper. The last five years, in fact. His lips cut her off. He couldn’t help it. Not one bit. As soon as she sat down on the swing, looking so luscious in that girl next-door shift of a yellow dress, he had to taste her lips. Drawn to her like a moth to the flame, he had to know if her body still responded to his as he remembered. He needed to know that he did not imagine their connection, that fissure of electricity.
With a tentative stroke, his tongue touched her lips. Pulling back to scrutinize her face, pleased when she didn’t resist, he wrapped his hand around the base of her neck enjoying the silk of her hair as it slipped over his fingers and pulled her back towards him. His lips sliced across hers, so full and soft against his own. Mitch tilted his head as his mouth moved over hers, tasting the citrus of her lip-gloss. “Yumm,” he said lifting his head again only slightly to see her eyes flutter.
Her lips parted, yielding to him and by instinct his tongue took command. Sliding the palm of his hand down the span of her back to settle just above the curve her hip, he urged her towards him. He harden in response to her proximity when her arms twined around his neck. As before, their lips meshed. His breathing became laboured as though he were running a marathon moving his mouth along her jawline to her earlobe gently nipping and tugging his way down the length of her neck to settle at her pulse point.
“Ahh,” he heard her breath and he vibrated with longing. She was like putty, all melted longing and he had a need to take her right there on the swing. “Mitch.”
Smiling into the soft part of her neck, he said. “Is this what it takes for you to say my name?”
Her body stiffened and he deepened the kiss and he demanded more. To his surprise, her passion bloomed. She returned his kiss, her tongue stroking his encouraging as she moved her hands to either side of his face, pulling him closer her own fever trailing a blazing trail across his cheek, to his neck.
He felt her finger’s tremble against his chest as she began to unbutton his cotton shirt, sliding her hand inside across his taut nipple. “Ohmigod, Lorna. I want you so bad,” he said his own hand coming to rest on the outside of her dress, her breast straining against the fabric towards him.
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He had waited long enough. All day. Then through supper. The last five years, in fact. His lips cut her off. He couldn’t help it. Not one bit. As soon as she sat down on the swing, looking so luscious in that girl next-door shift of a yellow dress, he had to taste her lips. Drawn to her like a moth to the flame, he had to know if her body still responded to his as he remembered. He needed to know that he did not imagine their connection, that fissure of electricity.
With a tentative stroke, his tongue touched her lips. Pulling back to scrutinize her face, pleased when she didn’t resist, he wrapped his hand around the base of her neck enjoying the silk of her hair as it slipped over his fingers and pulled her back towards him. His lips sliced across hers, so full and soft against his own. Mitch tilted his head as his mouth moved over hers, tasting the citrus of her lip-gloss. “Yumm,” he said lifting his head again only slightly to see her eyes flutter.
Her lips parted, yielding to him and by instinct his tongue took command. Sliding the palm of his hand down the span of her back to settle just above the curve her hip, he urged her towards him. He harden in response to her proximity when her arms twined around his neck. As before, their lips meshed. His breathing became laboured as though he were running a marathon moving his mouth along her jawline to her earlobe gently nipping and tugging his way down the length of her neck to settle at her pulse point.
“Ahh,” he heard her breath and he vibrated with longing. She was like putty, all melted longing and he had a need to take her right there on the swing. “Mitch.”
Smiling into the soft part of her neck, he said. “Is this what it takes for you to say my name?”
Her body stiffened and he deepened the kiss and he demanded more. To his surprise, her passion bloomed. She returned his kiss, her tongue stroking his encouraging as she moved her hands to either side of his face, pulling him closer her own fever trailing a blazing trail across his cheek, to his neck.
He felt her finger’s tremble against his chest as she began to unbutton his cotton shirt, sliding her hand inside across his taut nipple. “Ohmigod, Lorna. I want you so bad,” he said his own hand coming to rest on the outside of her dress, her breast straining against the fabric towards him.
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www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com