Free More Than a Playboy by Monique DeVere Page A

surface of his cheek with one hand while her other moved up his hard chest to twine the back of his neck. “I like the way you say it.”
    His smile dimpled his cheeks. “In that case...I love you...I love you...” Each declaration preceded a kiss—her mouth, cheeks, eyes, neck. He kept going until he kissed the swell of her breasts above the scooped neckline of her black dress. He lingered for a moment before trailing back up to her neck, nipping her flesh, and firing off a zillion tiny thrills of pleasure. “You smell amazing.” He continued to caress her with his mouth.
    “I love you.” Sandy buried her fingers in his silky hair, biting her bottom lip on a hushed moan.
    He drew back. “I want to take this slow but I’m not sure I can.”
    “I’m glad. I think I might combust if you keep up the slow torture.” She pulled him down for another open-mouthed kiss. His tongue touched hers. As though she was starving, she opened her mouth wider, inviting him to devour her with hot passionate kisses that scorched and tugged at her sex. Already pounding, her heart rate sped up, her breath laboured to match Cam’s and liquid fire sent her up in smoke.
    When he broke the kiss, his wicked grin crinkled his eyes. “Let’s see if you’re right.” He trailed the backs of the fingers of one hand up her ribs to the underside of her breast. Tiny prickles of electricity puckered her nipples in anticipation of his touch.
    “Cam.” Her sharp whisper drew his attention. Thickly lashed eyes smouldering a Mediterranean blue, h is gaze slid to her mouth a second before his lips took possession of hers. She didn’t want him to take his time. Her fingers worked the buttons on his shirt. She wanted... she didn’t know what she wanted. She just knew on instinct that Cam was the only man capable of giving it to her. She pushed his shirt down his arms, fumbled with his belt and trouser button.
    He helped her and, together, amidst caresses, stuttered breathing, the occasional fumble, and ripped garments, they got naked. He drew her to him until her breasts brushed his chest and kissed the side of her neck where it adjoined her shoulder. Shivers of excitement hummed through her. His heart thumped fast in unison with hers, contrasting with the unhurried touch of his hands smoothing over her body.
    Her hands did some roaming too, and she touched him—smoothed her hands up his toned back, around his waist and over his hard washboard abs, up his sides on a journey over the ridged muscles covering his ribs, combed her fingers through the silky smattering of hair on his chest before tracing his wide shoulders then down his arms to the bulge of his biceps. His muscles flexed beneath her exploration, and she delighted in the sensation of his hot skin warming her palms. This was the man she’d waited for all her life. The thought that he had been right in front of her for so long, and she almost let her fear ruin her chance at happiness pinched her heart. With him, she was alive, ready to meet life head-on and enjoy every minute of it.
    Sandy slid her hands over the impressive muscles of his hard chest up to his neck where she locked her arms and drew him back with her against the pillows. Then he was kissing and caressing her again, moving down her body at a torturous pace, igniting an inferno that burned into her bare skin and pooled heat low in her pelvis . He kissed, nibbled, and explored her body as he took her to staggering heights of pleasure.
    She curled her fingers in his hair, loving the way his breath tickled her skin. She rubbed herself against him, the slow friction dragging a heavy groan from deep in his chest.
    “You’re so incredibly sexy...” Cam’s warm mouth closed on one of her aching nipples, sending pinpricks of dizzying sensation through her. She drew in a gasp of wonder. Never before had she experienced a response like this. “Y ou leave me breathless.” His husky whisper vibrated against her flesh, and she