"His lips cruised over hers, a wisp of sensation. A soft flick of his tongue over the center of her lower lip teased her unbearably. The softness of his lips contradicted the coiled strength of his body, barely leashed. Too soft. Not enough. Grabbing at his hair, she tugged his head toward hers. She wasn't going to let him treat her like a fairy tale princess cocooned in glass.
She almost heard his control snap. Holding her head in place, he crushed his lips down on hers, and plundered. His dark taste swam through her like a heady wine. When his teeth joined his tongue in a game of nip and smooth, she wove her fingers into his tabby cat hair -- and bit back.
Cupping her butt in his hands, he lifted her off her feet, rubbing her dewy core against his groin with frank hunger. She wound around him, clinging like a monkey on a tree. He used the freedom to caress and fondle, tracing a torturously slow route down the back seam of her jeans, between her cheeks and beyond. When he finally palmed her humid center, it was all she could do to hold on.
A moan slipped out of her throat as she rocked against his hand, driving for the resolution that was just beyond her reach. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as the tension built. Where was her pride, her embarrassment? She was riding him like a prize stallion, but he wasn't complaining. And she couldn't stop, not now. Not when she was so close.
Then his clever fingers shifted and pressed -- just enough for her to shatter and break apart in his arms.
After a while, he kissed her on her forehead, walked over to the couch, and gently set her down. Her now seated position gave her a front row view of his massive hard-on. She half reached for him, with thoughts of finally getting her mouth on him again filling her brain.
Suddenly his mini-comp vibrated and pulsed at his waistband. Lukas growled and gave her a ferocious kiss."
Taste Me -- Tamara Hogan