Free Coming Home by Shirlee Busbee Page B

better place.”
    Crushed against his chest, Roxanne couldn't think. Didn't think. Didn't want to think. His scent, male and slightly sweaty, flooded her senses; the heat of his body flowed into hers, melting her bones and turning her weak with desire. And when his mouth, when that hard, masculine, taunting mouth, came down on hers, the world went spinning out of control.
    There was nothing tentative or gentle about his kiss. He simply took her mouth and did what he wanted with it. His lips fitting hers as if made to do just that, his tongue exploring and tasting, tangling with her tongue. Oh, and his hands…his hands cupped that famous Roxanne bottom and pulled her tight against muscled thighs and straining erection.
    They kissed for a long time, frantic, mindless, voracious kisses, hands and questing fingers traveling and pushing aside clothing, discovering new delights, new unexplored territory. His mouth slipped to the spot where her neck and shoulder met and Roxanne gasped as pleasure speared through her, her fingers clenching against his hard chest, when he bit down gently and then kissed the stinging spot.
    He'd backed her against the counter that divided the kitchen from the main room, his body sliding between her, thighs, his hands holding her face to his, as he sought out her lips once more. She was on fire, burning, feverish, aching with need, and when he rubbed his swollen penis suggestively against the junction of her thighs, she thought she'd explode with pleasure. She wanted him. Desperately. She'd die, she was certain, if she didn't have him.
    In the grip of a passion that he had no control over, Jeb was aware of nothing but the woman in his arms. Her sweet/salty taste, the intoxicating scent of a warm, willing woman going to his head like potent wine. He'd never felt this way before, never been so out of control, never been
consumed
by such a driving desire. There was nothing in his mind but the joy and pleasure of tasting and touching her soft, silky flesh, of learning the curves and hollows that haunted dreams. He was helpless in his hunger and need, the urgent demand to lose himself in her body pushing him to the edge.
    The passion between them was explosive and neither was conscious of anything but the other and the need for a closer contact. Roxanne's top was pushed up around her neck and his hungry mouth teased and nipped at her small ivory breasts, her nipples swollen from his caresses. His shirt had been discarded at some point and she purred like a cat as her fingers explored that hard bristling expanse of his chest, her nails scraping against his nipples eliciting a deep groan from him.
    Somehow her jeans and panties were down around her knees, his fmgers finding her damp heat; his rigid member was freed from his pants and when her slimhand closed around him, Jeb thought he'd died and gone to heaven. But heaven eluded both of them, the intimate, explicit caresses of their hands and mouths only fueling the fire between them.
    The slide of Jeb's fingers against her aching flesh was more than Roxanne could bear, and as desire coiled and tightened in her belly, her body trembled with it and she bit back a moan as his thumb brushed the distended node, there between her legs. She couldn't stand it any longer and helplessly her hips moved against him in a message as old as time, inviting him to complete the act.
    Jeb got the message. With something between a groan and a snarl, Roxanne was lifted, her jeans and panties dragged out of the way. Her naked bottom hit the counter and the next instant, Jeb was between her legs, his hands sliding beneath her hips, lifting her to take all of him… and there was a
lot
of him to take.
    He slid slowly inside of her, the sweet hot depth of her, tight and slick, welcoming his invasion. A shudder went through him and he pulled her even tighter to him, deepening his possession.
    Roxanne gasped, the heat and size of him beyond anything she had ever experienced—ever