Free Letters Home by Rebecca Brooke Page A

descended to mine. Cinnamon. The taste almost sent me to my knees. There would never be a moment in this lifetime that I would tire of kissing Nate, and as his lips moved slowly, teasing me, a warm heat spread from my chest to every part of my body, my hands slid up around his nape to fist in his hair. A quick little tug and Nate was groaning into my mouth.
    His lips tore away from mine. “As gorgeous as you look in this dress, I’ve been dying to get you out of it all day.”
    In answer, I leaned up on my toes and slid my tongue across his lips. Opening, he slipped his tongue into my mouth, tangling and fighting for control with mine, while his hands grazed up my back to the zipper of my dress. The passion of our kiss built to such a mind numbing point that I didn’t realized he’d unzipped my dress until it pooled around my feet. Stepping out of my embrace, he let his eyes wander all over my body. Just the feeling of his gaze on me had my panties feeling a little damp. I reached forward to undo his jacket, when he took another step back—just out of my reach.
    “No, no, no. You get to watch.”
    God, he was such a tease. In a move that was slower than molasses, his hands moved to the first button on his jacket. He continued undoing the buttons slowly, until the front of the jacket came free and slipped down his arms to the floor, the broad muscles of his shoulders and chest stretching the fabric of his shirt as he reached forward to begin unbuttoning it. The sight of this beautiful man had my mouth as dry as the Sahara desert. His patience must have run out, because he quickly undid the buttons and let the shirt drop to the ground. Toeing off his shoes, he pulled his pants, boxers and socks off all in one motion.
    “I think it’s a little unfair that you still have so many clothes on.” He smirked and took the two steps needed to close the distance between us. With one hand behind my back, he put the other behind my legs and lifted me up against his chest, gently lowering me to the bed, letting his hands glide down the exposed parts of my body in a desire-inducing caress.
    “Mmm…” I hummed in the back of my throat. “Touch me.”
    Bracing his hands either side of my head he bent over and placed a brief kiss on my lips. “Aren’t we the demanding wife.”
    I reached behind him and placed my hands on his ass and pulled him down on top of me, squeezing until he finally took the hint and pressed his lips to mine, almost devouring me with the intensity of the kiss. My pulse was pounding hard through my veins. The feel of his lips as the moved down my neck to my breasts, sent shivers through my body and in no time at all he had the clasp of my bra undone and threw it, sending it soaring across the room. His tongue flicked out against my nipple and a spark of sensation shot through the core of my body. Our breaths became pants as his mouth took over from his tongue. He sucked my nipple into his warm, wet mouth and when he was done lavishing one breast he licked his way across my chest, showing the other one the same attention. My back arched off the bed as the need to be filled by him became overwhelming.
    “Nate, please,” I begged.
    He lifted his head from my breast to look down at me and I could see the same haze of lust I was caught in reflected in his eyes. Sitting back on his knees, he used both hands to lightly caress his way up my legs until his thumbs met at the core of my body, causing goose bumps to break out all over my skin. As his fingers deftly slid my panties down my body and onto the floor with the rest of the clothes, I shivered. His fingers skimmed through the wetness until he slipped one inside. The feeling was exquisite.
    But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Almost as if he could read my mind, Nate added another finger and pressed his thumb to my clit, moving in slow deliberate circles—just enough to drive me crazy, but not enough to send me over the edge.
    His fingers kept up their