Your Mouth Drives Me Crazy. HelenKay DimonЧитать онлайн книгу.
that tee, comb through that silky hair. All tempting, but his pants would catch on fire. Worse, he’d lose it like a teenage boy touching his first breast.
“Here. Let me help.” Against his better judgment, he balanced his hands on her slim shoulders and eased her back into the pillows.
Then whatever remained of that better judgment expired.
He followed her down until his palms rested against the mattress on either side of her head. With his chest pressed diagonal against hers and his knees still on the bed beside her, he leaned in until his lips hovered just above hers.
“You comfortable?” he asked.
“No.”
At last an honest answer. He could see from the heat banked behind her eyes and sharp kick in her breathing that his closeness affected her. The fact she didn’t hide her reaction or pretend disinterest filled him with pure male satisfaction. Made him wonder how fast he could bring her to orgasm.
Her mouth fell open the slightest bit, luring him in. He pressed a palm against her chest, right on the upper crest of her breasts, and rubbed her skin with a gentle massage. “You still feel warm.”
“Probably because I’m covered by a hundred and eighty pounds of warm male.”
He brushed his lips across her cheek. “Very warm male.”
Her fingers caressed his shoulder. “One could even say hot.”
“What now, Annie?”
Her sweet smile turned mischievous. Like, he-should-cover-his-balls-and-duck-for-cover mischievous.
“We go to sleep,” she said in a sing-songy voice.
The sensual spell evaporated. The mood changed that fast. If he were the pessimistic type, he’d think she planned this seduction scene to teach him a lesson.
“Now, Kane. Sleep.” The caress against his chest turned into a full-fledged shove.
The push caught him off guard. He fell back and only by kicking out his legs did he manage to stop the tumble before he landed on the floor and on his ass.
“What are you—”
“Sleeping.” She turned over, facing away from him, and curled deeper under the covers with a deceptively sweet sigh.
“But—”
“Good night, Kane.” Her voice sounded downright chipper.
That made one of them.
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