Free Heels and Heroes by Tiffany Allee

painfully.
    She slid her hand from behind his neck to rest on his chest. “What’s wrong?”
    “Not a thing in the world,” he murmured and then bent to take her mouth with his again.
     
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    She’d been waiting for him to kiss her again, and could admit it to herself, if not to him. And seeing him defend her had only worsened her attraction, which had made her angrier, and hotter. It was a vicious cycle. Finally, she couldn’t wait for him to make a move anymore. She had to kiss him.
    Mouth hot against hers, he took her lips a second time, and she molded her body to his, feeling his heat through her clothes, and how much he wanted her pressed against her stomach. He was so hard, and she ached to touch all of him. To feel his hands all over her. To feel him inside her.
    She touched the side of his face, and his skin was rough even though he’d shaved before they left for her parents’ house. Then she slid her hand through his hair to the back of his neck.
    His tongue touched hers, testing. The moan escaped her before she realized it was coming, and he gripped her even more tightly to him.
    The ache screaming from her chest and between her legs blossomed. But she wanted him too much. What would happen when this was all over? When he no longer needed to hide her in his home? He was a first rate superhero. She knew exactly what would happen.
    But she still didn’t want him to stop.
    His mouth moved from hers and she made a noise in protest. But he didn’t step away from her body, instead he traced small kisses and nibbles down her neck until he reached her collarbone. The smell of soap and fabric softener intermingled with the slight scent of sweat and an underlying smell of him. It overpowered her, took away her ability to think, to consider what they were doing and what it might mean.
    His hand moved up her side, slipping under her shirt to graze her flesh with the rougher skin of his palm. But it wasn’t enough; she needed to feel more of him, to have him naked against her.
    Justice tugged at the buttons on her shirt, face intent with desire. Freeing her from it at last, he made a triumphant noise. He took one of her still-confined breasts in his hand, palming her before undoing her bra clasp.
    He hissed at the sight of her naked breasts. Then he took her in his hand again. Massaging. Caressing. Loving. Raw jolts thrummed from where he ran his thumb over her nipple and it hardened into a small nub. She gasped as he took her other breast into his mouth. Licking and sucking and nibbling her to the brink.
    She’d imagined his mouth on her, more times than she cared to admit, but the fantasies fell far short of the reality. Every inch of her skin ached to be touched by his callused hands and soft mouth. Licked by his clever tongue.
    He played with her, moving between her breasts with his hands and mouth. Each touch sent a jolt to her core. Giving them both equal attention until she cried out and squirmed in his arms. Thoughts flew from her head as he slipped her jeans off and she yanked at his shirt. He stepped back and pulled it off himself. But his eyes never left her.
    He took her all in, her legs, her breasts, and her expression. The intensity in his gaze was almost frightening in its power. But it didn’t scare her. His hungry eyes made her shiver with need. To be the target of such desire was overwhelming.
    He slipped out of the rest of his clothes and she only had a moment to take in his sculpted body before he picked her up. She kissed his neck and chest while he carried her, tasting just a touch of salt.
    He laid her carefully on the bed and she stared at him openly. A small smile on his face, he moved to cover her body with his.
    “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, his mouth so close to her, warmth touched her ear when he spoke.
    “You never seemed to. I mean—”
    He cut off her argument by taking her mouth with his. His hands were everywhere, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her