Free Something More by Samanthya Wyatt Page B

sensitive flesh, made sensitive by her sensual display of making love to his fingers. Taking each one into her mouth with a gentle nip, and then a lick and . . . the sucking part disoriented him.
    He wouldn’t last.
    Unable to wait a moment longer, he grabbed her and captured her mouth again. Sweet. So unbearably sweet. He thrust his hands in her hair, angled her head, and kissed her until he thought his lungs would explode. He couldn’t taste enough, feel enough. Lightening sparked between them.
    Uncontrollable desire drove his hands over her curves. Impatient fingers quickly worked magic, removing her clothes as he followed her—one agonizing step, and then another—into the bedroom. He somehow managed to slip the impeding fabric over her shoulders, allowing the silk to slither down her body. The soft light from a bedside lamp outlined her form. Standing in only her camisole, she ensnared his gaze, toying with his control. She purposefully hooked her thumbs under the spaghetti-thin straps, and taunted, eyes daring. Then, with a sensuous wiggle, her breasts bounced. Silk slid over voluptuous curves to pool at her feet.
    He swallowed his tongue.
    Desire slammed his gut. Blood pounded through his veins.
    Take her. Now!
    He fisted his fingers, gritted his teeth, and sucked air in through his nose. Struggling for control, his eyes drank greedily while his gaze swept every delicious inch of her.
    A primitive part of him demanded he grab her and lay her on the bed and bury himself to the hilt in her sleekness. He remembered to breathe. He took a deep breath, and then another to keep from pawing her in a lust-crazed fury. She was exquisite, and deserved to be petted and savored like the treasure she was. But the delectable vision before him, with the hungry eyes, shattered his control. He reached for her.
    Twirling on her tiptoes, she spun around and danced to the side, just out of reach. “You have too many clothes on.”
    He jerked at his tie with fury and her voice halted his movements.
    “Wait. Let me.”
    She came closer. Her delicate hands slithered up his chest to the top button. She concentrated as though it were difficult to release the tiny object through the opening. He bit his jaw. His impatience made his temples throb. He was painfully aware of every second as she playfully drug out the simple action of slipping the button free. She exerted the same practice with each one, her every move designed to entice and arouse.
    Once all the fastenings escaped their hold, she pulled the fabric apart. Her fingers burned his aroused skin. Then her lips and tongue tasted his flesh. A low agonizing growl started in his belly and rumbled through his chest.
    Her head lifted. A siren’s smile curved her lips as her hands slid down to the button of his pants. He inhaled a breath that sounded unreasonably loud in his ears. The teeth of his zipper thundered louder. Excruciating need throbbed in his loins.
    “Carrie. You’re killing me.” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up so he could capture her lips. His mouth took hers in a hot, powerful kiss. Each slick stroke of his tongue, a desperate attack on her nerve endings. He wanted her to burn, the way he burned. He managed to kick off his pants and back her toward the bed. A ragged moan escaped just before they fell together in a pool of softness.
    Pure desire raged through his body. A craving so fierce, it shook him to his core. Nothing existed but this woman, and the intense hunger that demanded to be fed. His lungs ready to burst, he drew back. Focusing on her dazed eyes, he struggled, once again, for control. A ragged croak emerged from his throat. “Let me show you how good it can be between us.”
    “Yes, Matthew.” Carrie seized his head and pulled him down for another soul-wrenching kiss. Surrendering to the fiery inferno within his body, he ravaged her mouth. Her fierce yearning matched his, and he lost himself in the flames of her drowning fire.
    His lips