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you’d have thought he’d forgotten to complete a shift. Guy needs shares in Nair.”
She giggled. That was Leon to a T. “You’re bad. Who else?”
“I’m not sure. Cindy moved away shortly after you did. She had the whole ‘look
but don’t touch’ thing down to perfection and you two hung out together a lot
around school and in town…” He paused.
“You were watching me, weren’t you?” Missy said with her gaze on his lips, on
the corner of his mouth. Her tongue slipped out to wet her own lips, unable to
stop the automatic gesture.
“All the time,” Tad admitted quietly. He reached out a hand and tugged loose a
curl. She swallowed hard as his touch sent a riot of sensation through her body.
“You fascinated me. You still do.”
He continued to stare at her, his eyes growing darker.
“I need to kiss you.” His voice was harsh and low as he continued to twirl her hair
around his finger. “I really need to kiss you now.”
He didn’t come closer. What was he waiting for? Missy licked her lips again and
he groaned as his hand cupped her neck to pull her in. They were a mere whisper
apart. His breath warmed her, and still he didn’t move closer and touch her. Then
she realized he wouldn’t. He waited for her. It was her call, her decision.
“Missy?” His voice teased her skin, tickled her senses, drew the very air from her
lungs.
She dropped her mouth the final quarter inch and their lips touched, tentative,
hesitant. Tad cradled her close, his hands tender as he massaged her neck and
shoulders, his lips soft and restrained.
What she wanted was more. She stroked her tongue over his mouth, teased at
the seam of his lips and urged him to open. With a groan he complied, and she
snuck inside to lick his teeth. Heat rose around them as Tad joined her, his tongue
sweeping hers as he dragged their bodies into contact, hips together, her torso
tight to his chest.
The cozy blankets under them, the warmth of the fire filling the room, the crackle
as the logs settled, all these sensations faded away as his physical touch
overwhelmed her. His hands slipped under her sweatshirt and glided down her
back. Their bodies pressed together. Her nipples, tight and hard, rubbed against
him.
Through it all they kissed. The intoxicating touch of mouth on mouth thrilled her,
made her lightheaded. She pulled away an inch to gasp in air, and found she
looked up at Tad. He’d rolled them over without her even being aware of it. He
watched her carefully as he held his full weight on his forearms, suspending
himself above her body. His hardness nestled against her thigh.
His laboured breathing showed her she wasn’t the only one affected.
She stared at him. “You kiss better than a dream.”
Tad’s eyes widened. “Sweetheart, do you have any idea how many dreams
you’ve starred in for me?”
He continued to gaze at her and Missy flushed. Her hands were locked around his
neck, his hair standing straight up from where she’d clutched at him while they
kissed. “I, umm… What was the question?”
Dark eyes flashed at her. “No questions. Just more of this.”
He lowered his head and she was gone, lost in his taste, his touch. He nuzzled at
her neck, teeth rasping her skin, and her womb clenched. Moisture, hot and slick,
flooded from her body. Blood rushed to her pussy lips until they were swollen and
aching.
Tad shifted to the side and his hand passed over her belly to cup her breast. He
drew in sharp breath.
“Shit, Missy. You’re not wearing a bra.”
She thrust her chest into firmer contact with his hand. Electric shocks slid
through her as he nestled the globe of her breast in his palm, his thumb brushing
her nipple with a ghostly touch.
Muttered words of passion reached her ears. He pushed up her sweater with his
hand and lapped at the taut peak. Covering the whole areola, he suckled hard. A
line flared from his mouth to her core, lightning flashed and