Free Burned by a Kiss by Tina Leonard Page B

together. She’d never been the object of a man’s desire before—not this kind of intense desire—and it felt like her breath might stop any moment if he didn’t touch her. Hold her.
    He put his warm palm against her belly, stroked the lace at the top of her black panties, undid the buttons of her blouse one by one, pushing the blouse away from her black bra with a groan. Desperate for him to touch her, and to run her hands over every inch of her body, Emma squirmed. “Santana, don’t make me wait.”
    His gaze met hers. She couldn’t stand it another second. Rising to her knees, she tugged off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, tore off his boots. She got rid of his briefs, stunned by the strong body she’d previously only imagined. “My God.” She touched a wound on his abs, suddenly ill when she realized it was from a bullet.
    He pushed her back against the pillow, crushing her mouth with his. Emma arched against him, her hands greedily grabbing at him, feeling the strong planes of skin, the cords of muscle. His mouth claimed hers hard, insistent, demanding, and she begged him with her body to give her more.
    “Slow,” Santana murmured, pulling away. He pushed her hair behind her ears, gazing at her lips, down her neck. “I want this moment to last all night.”
    He meant it. She saw the hot passion consuming him, felt his need for her. But the moment couldn’t last all night, she was too hungry for him. Needed him too much. When he removed her blouse, dropping it to the floor, and snaked his hands around her to unhook her bra, she kissed his shoulder. Found another bullet wound and closed her eyes.
    “Santana,” she whispered, wanting him inside her now. Needed to feel him, hold him, because this moment had nearly been stolen from them forever.
    “I’ve got you,” he said. “Don’t worry about anything.”
    He cupped a breast reverently, shocking her when he tweaked the nipple, bent to suck it into his mouth. She gasped, nearly coming apart from the hot sensations flooding her. Unable to help herself, she reached for him, wrapping her hand around his shaft. He groaned, her nipple still in his mouth, and she felt her body rush with desire only he could sate.
    She gasped when he pushed her back against the pillows again, her hand slipping from him. He tore into her breasts with hot kisses, torturing her nipples with expert licks and nibbles that made her cry out. He buried his face against her belly, crushing her to him, his hands tight against her. The groan that ripped from him stole her breath in answer. He slathered her belly with fire, his kisses urgent. He’d come to the top of the lace again, and she arched, unable to help herself, he kissed her through the fabric.
    Then shoved the panties away, stripping her bare at last. He kissed her bud, a gentle introduction, then crushed her against his mouth, holding her captive as he tasted her, kissed her. A cry ripped from Emma and his tongue dove inside her, and the climax that hit her felt like it tore her soul apart.
    “Santana,” she cried out, urging him with her hands. Gently he placed her against the bed. Finally, she could reach him, and she pulled him toward her.
    “Wait,” he told her, “I’m going to take care of you.”
    She realized he was putting on a condom. Her fingers trembling, she tried to help, probably slowing him down instead because he kissed her, pressing her back. His mouth searched hers as if he never wanted to let her go, even as he parted her legs, nestled between them. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips, and she cried out when his finger slid inside her, parting her folds. A huge groan escaped him when he encountered her slickness, and Emma arched, begging him silently to come inside her.
    At her opening, he stilled, his gaze on hers.
    “I want you,” she murmured. “I’ve waited forever for this.”
    A groan that sounded like a roar ripped from him, and inch by inch, he pushed inside her,