Nicole relaxed, and to her surprise, tilted her head to offer herself.
Bastian’s stare never wavered from the spot on her neck, though the fierce intensity softened. His gentle demeanor returned. Maybe it had been there all along.
She’d read him wrong, imagined the whole thing. It had simply been her anxiety, and her imagination getting the best of her.
There’s nothing to be afraid of.
He leaned closer, threaded his fingers through her curls, and pulled her to him.
The fine hairs on her skin stood at attention and her pulse quickened once more. Warm lips feathered over her sensitive flesh, his tongue licking a hot trail along her throat.
He unfastened her bra and tossed it to the floor then moved his large hand to massage her breast. A few seconds later, he gently tugged at her nipple.
Moisture pooled between her legs, creating an aching need. If only he would touch her there…
The pressure of his lips on her neck, and when they dipped lower to the upper curve of her breast, made her moan.
Suddenly, she remembered she should be doing something. It was her job to satisfy him, not the other way around. She slid her hands under his shirt. God, those abs.
She teased him, slipping her fingers inside the top of his pants again. He grunted and shifted beneath her, pressing his erection into her rear.
A primal urge took over. Without thinking, she straddled his lap. Grinding on him to the rhythm of the music, she made certain the bulge in his jeans hit the perfect spot.
A small sting at her breast grabbed her attention. He’d grazed her skin with his fangs but thankfully hadn’t drawn blood.
He clutched her hips and helped her keep time with the music—and their moans. His teeth scraped along her throat. Their bodies molded together, and he bit down with a groan.
© Lorraine Pearl
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