Free Deadly Genesis (Boomers Book 2) by Heather Long

around her and his tongue tangled with hers.
    White hot lightning exploded in her mind. Tingles radiated out from everywhere their skin touched—like two live wires making contact. His hand fisted in her hair and he tugged her head back, deepening the kiss. His tongue stole into her mouth again, a sensuous invader, and she groaned. Palms flat against his spine, she caressed the length of muscle and need swamped her.
    She wanted him.
    Right now.
     He pulled away, pushing her back on the counter, and his ragged breathing matched her own. “We shouldn’t—” A battle raged across his expression. “You don’t know what you’re doing…”
    “No?” Her eyebrows lifted, and she trailed her hand down his chest to the tent made by his erect, and oh-so solid, cock. His lips drew back over his teeth as she caressed the hard length through his clothes. “You do, and I dare you to find out just how much I am.” This was exactly what she needed. Her nipples stung, they were so tight and heat soaked her pajama bottoms. She wanted him naked and inside her. She wanted to feel alive.
    His gaze dropped to her chest and then to the waist of her pants. Moistening his lips, he sighed. “You’re still recovering and…”
    “Oh, for the love of God.” She grabbed his hand and slid it past her waist band. His fingers curled against the seam of her sex and she wanted to weep. It was the sweetest torture. Pain and longing tightened his face, and she locked his hand in place with her thighs. “You can’t tell me you don’t want me…” In her mind, a light flared, bright and incandescent.
    Wanting and having are two very different things, Amanda. His mental voice was a dark stroke of pleasure, tightening the coil of need in her core. All she needed was to grind a little against his hand. But he planted his free hand against her hips and held her still. Breath catching in her throat, frustration welled up.
    She needed this.
    Hand twisting, his fingers spread against her sex, the heel of his palm grazing her clit. Pleasure erupted through her. A whimper clawed up her throat, and she squeezed the hard steel of his dick, teasing it up and down in a slow, inviting stroke.
    Yes.
    Arching forward, she kissed him, not entirely certain whose yes it was.
     
     
    The last thing he should be doing was teasing the soft flesh of her nether lips, but the first moist stroke drew him like a moth to her incandescent flame. He avoided romantic entanglements, since very few were successful when he could hear the irritation in their thoughts or they broadcast boredom, demands, or worse, an agenda. The closer he grew to someone the less he could stay out of their heads. Affection drew him—like Garrett he supposed. Garrett, who couldn’t touch someone physically, and Simon, who didn’t dare become emotionally invested.
    Kissing her offered a taste of heaven, sparkles, sunshine, and all the glittery crap they talked about on commercials. Every flex of her hand against his cock seemed to make him harder. He teased a finger at her entrance, swirling around until he could push into the warm, moist clench of her muscles. Her teeth grazed his lip, and she gasped. Her eyes opened and they glowed.
    Entranced, he leaned back and slowly traced a circle around her clit. Her lips parted and the glow in her eyes intensified. Every brush of his thumb seemed to spark the luminescence, making it brighter. Her chest rose and fell, the hard pearls of her nipples outlined perfectly beneath the tank top.
    Curious, he canted his head and pressed a kiss to the pulse point in her throat. The mad little beat made his lips tingle and he raised his head, studying her eyes. The glow fascinated him. He leaned to the other side and kissed a path to behind her ear, each kiss matched by a slow stroke of his finger into her sex. The muscles grabbed at him with tiny little convulsions. No heat came from her eyes, but they blazed and he gave into the temptation, slipping into her