her breast, testing its weight, then brushed his thumb over the taut tip. Tingles erupted again.
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Kimber had almost no time to be overwhelmed by Deke’s fondling before Luc’s mouth settled over her own. Like a maestro, he played her with his kisses. Soft strains at first—a gentle brush of lips, a teasing lick of her bottom lip, a sexy sigh as he pressed her mouth open, taunting her with the notion that he might take the addicting kiss deeper. But he didn’t.
Moaning restlessly, she lifted her mouth to Luc. He merely smiled, then nipped at her bottom lip with a playful bite. He was gentle, teasing building the anticipation, filling her with a tender swell of want.
Still at her breasts, Deke didn’t build a gentle anything—and made it clear he didn’t intend to be overlooked or overshadowed. Instead, he sucked her nipple into his mouth with a hard pull, drawing desire directly from the aching point, which hardened like a rock against his tongue. Then he bit down, enough to sting. Enough Shayla Black Decadent to send a fireball of want through her breast, jetting down her belly, to crash right between her legs. She whimpered and arched up to him in offering.
“She’s beautiful, Deke,” Luc whispered against her mouth. “Better than fantasy.” Kimber warmed under the praise, but found herself holding her breath, waiting for Deke’s response. Would he agree? It didn’t matter, really. Learning for Jesse was the goal. But somehow, it did matter. Though it was hard to decipher why when Deke lifted his mouth, transferred it to her other breast, and created another fireball of need, which had her gasping and wet.
“Isn’t she, Deke?” Luc prodded.
Am I? Why did his opinion matter, damn it? Maybe because the thought of the man teaching her about sex not finding her attractive was distasteful. She wanted him to see past the tomboy. That had to be it.
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“Yes,” he groaned across her breast, his breath striking her wet nipple, cooling it, hardening it more. “Like a fucking wet dream.”
His words vibrated deep inside her, straight to her swollen folds. God, she wanted. She throbbed…
Then Deke’s hands were at her skirt, pushing, lifting, sliding the soft material across her skin. The sensations didn’t arouse half as much as the sheer knowledge that Deke’s rough palms followed. From her calves, to knees, to thighs, up her hips.
The touch of his calloused skin over her sensitive flesh lit her up even more. The fireball multiplied and settled between her legs, right under her clit. Luc unhooked the front clasp of her bra and laved at one nipple, while Deke tore off his shirt, sat back on his heels, and stared.
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“These have to come off.” He glared at the flesh-colored thong underwear she’d bought this morning so she’d have something sexy to wear.
Before she could take hold of the waistband and peel them off, Deke grabbed one side. With hot male eyes in a face shouting that he was strung out on lust, he wrapped the wisp of fabric around his fist and pulled. A surprised gasp and a soft rip later, and Kimber was basically naked. Luc made basically a fact by pulling the blouse and bra down her shoulders, then sliding the skirt down her hips, to the floor.
Deke hissed in a harsh breath as he looked down at her, his stare unabashedly focused between her legs, on the sparse dark reddish curls. A glance to the right showed her that Luc was taking the scenic route to the same view, as his gaze traveled over her dips and swells, starting with her breasts, down to her waist, over the flat of her belly. Then lower.
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Luc looked ready to savor every moment. Deke…those glowing blue eyes of his told her that he was ready to dive into the feast. Now.
Kimber’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded, pulsing through her body, making her clit throb madly.
“Deke?” Luc asked softly beside him.
This pause of Deke’s, it must be unusual. Kimber could see Luc’s confusion
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