Free Easy Little Lick (Copperline #3) by Sibylla Matilde Page B

fingers threading through her hair and tightening to hold her steady. I moved slowly… even though I was starving for her, even though it took all the self-restraint I had. I could feel the anxious energy pulsing beneath her skin, even as she relaxed against me and quietly moaned into my mouth.
    Sliding my hand down along her thighs, I gently lifted, drawing her tight up against me and tucking her legs up around my hips. The sweet caresses of her tongue languidly swept against my own, her arms sliding up my arms, molding along my shoulders and up to clasp my jaw in her slender fingertips. Her warm body curled into me and pressed against me as she returned my endless kiss, unhurried and enthralled by the moment. By the touch of our lips and the taste of this undeniable attraction between us.
    A tiny little bit of my brain nagged to my subconscious, telling me that I shouldn’t be doing this. I’d brought her up here to talk. Uninterrupted. Away from other people so I could figure her out. So I could get her to trust me and confide in me about whatever had her running so scared from life.
    But, Jesus , I couldn’t stop kissing her. I couldn’t stop savoring the delicious ecstasy. Not if my life depended on it.
    She leaned back, maybe trying to pull away, and I followed, lowering her little-by-little to the ground and covering her delicate body with my own. Everything about the way she was cradled beneath me felt entirely too right. Her full lips and the sweet little sounds she made, the scrape of her nails digging into my back through my thin T-shirt. I opened my eyes to see her hair spread out on the grassy ground beneath us, wild flowers all around her and the low hum of wind whistling through the pines. On top of a low mountain, the world down below seemed so far away. Her eyes searched mine, clouded with foggy need.
    “Cody,” she groaned against me, “I think—”
    “I don’t want to think,” I interrupted. “I just want to kiss you. I want to touch you.”
    Fuck , I shouldn’t have continued. I knew it at the time. I should have stopped. I should have lifted off her and pulled her up beside me. I should have forced her to sit five feet away while she told me her secrets.
    But I couldn’t.
    For the first time in my life, I was totally overcome with wanting. It overruled my conscience. It overruled my sense of right and wrong. When I ran my hand up under the leather jacket to close over her breast, her hips pushed up against my aching cock, and she lifted her head to kiss me again.
    Fuck my conscience. Fuck right and wrong.
    I trailed tiny sucking and biting kisses down her neck as she shrugged free from my coat, her hands slipping up the back of my shirt to clutch at my bare skin. Her head fell back as I nipped and tasted a path down along the collar of her T-shirt, down to the point of the V-neck.
    Lifting my lips, I gathered the hem of her shirt to bare her flat stomach. I felt a shiver of apprehension rise through her and watched her face, held her soft gaze as I pushed up her shirt a little farther. Up over her ribs and then her breasts, revealing a simple, white bra that cupped her tits so beautifully. Goosebumps rose along the ivory skin that glowed in the twilight. My thumb traced the smooth edge. I dipped my head and followed the path with the tip of my tongue before I pulled the fabric down to take a hardened nipple into my mouth.
    Ilsa’s body bucked beneath me, her pelvis pressing hard up against my rigid dick, and she gasped loud into the cool evening air. Her fingers wound into my hair as they tangled and pulled, and I drew harder at her breast. One of my hands caressed fine patterns up and down her ribs, teasing the skin on her stomach just above her jeans, and her body rippled beneath my touch. My mouth left the tight bud of her nipple to lick a wet trail down through the valley between her breasts to the other side. I lifted my hand and teased the cool, wet skin I’d just left, rolling the