Free Kiss Me by Kristine Mason Page B

hers. Gasping at the sudden, erotic onslaught, she clung to his broad shoulders. Shoved her fingers through his hair and held him in place. Loving the velvety feel of his tongue, the way he took possession of her mouth with a hungry, demanding kiss.
    Her inner thighs grew impossibly wetter. Caught up in the moment, caught up in proving…showing, him how much he meant to her, she ran her hands down his chest, passed his belt buckle, until she reached his thick arousal.
    She moaned against his mouth. Even beneath a pair of pressed khaki’s he felt good against her palm. She tested the length, ran her fingers from the tip to the base, cupped his testicles and groaned her approval. The man had no problems in this department, and she couldn’t wait to have him naked and filling her. Before she did though, she needed to taste him. Feel him between her lips, watch the ecstasy cross his face as she pumped him into her mouth.
    She grew bolder when he moaned his own approval, and deepened their kiss with such raw passion, her head spun and her body trembled. Ached with a need so forceful, so powerful, it both scared and exhilarated her.
    Never in her life had she needed someone. Never in her life had she met a man who could break past her barriers. Never had she met a man she could trust with her mind, body and soul.
    As the revelation slammed into her, she moved her hand up his arousal until she reached his belt. She had to show him.
    Now.
    She quickly undid the buckle, slipped the button of his khaki’s free, then unzipped his pants. Before he could protest, she dropped to her knees, taking his boxer briefs down a few inches with her. The naked head of his penis rested against his shirt, while the remainder of his hard length pulsed beneath the snug, cotton boxer’s. She looked up, needing to see the look on his face when she touched him, kissed him. Needing to know he wanted this — her — as much as she did.
    Naked desire clouded his eyes, while tension corded the muscles along his neck. He pressed his lips together, his expression taut, tormented.
    Renewed confidence and power coursed through her as she realized Luke fought for control. He wanted her, despite whatever had bothered him tonight, and despite his no-sex, kissing-only policy.
    Trailing her fingers up his thighs, she reached the hem of his shirt. The material bunched and sagged over her hands as she swayed forward and ran her palms over his flat abs. His stomach tightened and his erection twitched when she released a deep, purposeful sigh aimed at the tip of his penis. With a small smile, she bent her head. As she brushed her lips against his arousal, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
    She kept her mouth against the velvety, smooth skin, not willing to allow his conscience, his chivalrous principles, to ruin this moment. “Just a kiss,” she said, then pressed soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses over the tip, while lightly raking her nails along his torso.
    “Jenna,” he warned, his voice hoarse, gruff, even as his body shuddered with the caress of her lips and the stroke of her nails.
    Focusing on his pleasure, she tuned out his cautionary tone. Bent her head and sucked. He’d forget about his rules once she gave him a taste of what they could have together. Once she gave him a part of herself…
    With that thought in mind, she cupped his testicles, and rubbed her thumb along the base of his erection. Ran her tongue over the snug briefs where his arousal pulsed, then used her teeth to gently nip and tug at the cotton.
    When he spiked his fingers through her hair and arched his back with a low groan, she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband and tugged. Not enough to bare every hot, hard inch of him, but enough that the majority stared her in the face.
    She licked her lips, breathed in his masculine scent, then swept her tongue over his exposed arousal. As she was about to take him in her mouth, he pulled his fingers from her hair and took a jerky step back,