Falling for Mr Wrong by Joanne Dannon Page B

uncertainty, she opened her mouth, relishing his out-of-control behaviour.
    Her insides melted as his hands moved and his fingers tugged at her ponytail. The elastic tie was flicked off so his hands could weave through her hair, massaging her scalp.
    Cries of delight erupted from her lips with the pure bliss of his massage. He continued to nibble and kiss her mouth whispering endearments.
    Her breathing grew ragged. Longing pulsed through every cell, insisting on more. Her skin tingled as lust shivered along her spine. She needed more, yearned for more. Her hand sought the clip of seat belt and blindly tried to release it. Four tries later and she was finally free.
    Nate freed himself from the confines of his safety strap and two seconds later his hands came around to clutch her waist. He lifted her with the ease of a bodybuilder and she found herself seated on his lap facing him.
    Despite the cotton of her shirt, the heat of his body warmed her already burning skin. As though making up for lost time, his mouth continued to suck, nibble and kiss hers. Tiny flames of desire licked her veins.
    Breathing in his clean, refreshing, male scent, she melted against him.
    With her knees bent and thighs parted, she pressed herself against his body. She felt the press of his erection through their layers of clothes. Her heart thumped with elicit excitement. Everything except his kiss was forgotten. Her body hummed in anticipation.
    Locking her arms around his neck she rubbed herself up and down and was rewarded with a guttural groan as his kisses became even more frantic. Holding him close she continued to slide up and down before tearing her mouth away so she could whisper exactly what she thought of his kisses.
    Another groan. She felt his body tighten.
    “You’re driving me crazy.” The stubble of his chin grazed her cheek as he drew in a ragged breath.
    A thrill zipped up and down her spine as moist heat flooded her there . She lifted her face and looked directly into his eyes. Words remained clogged in her throat as blood roared in her ears.
    His hands snaked around her waist, tugging her shirt free from the hold of her shorts. As his hands worked their way across then up her spine, Tilly’s blood raced. Her breaths came in short, sharp bursts, “Oh, Nate.”
    “I have to touch you, taste you,” he said drawing in a shaky breath. He broke the kiss before his mouth trailed down her neck towards her collarbone. The press of his lips against her heated skin burnt a trail of need and longing while the inside car temperature rocketed past boiling point.
    With their uneven breaths filling the car, the outside noise of the passing traffic dissipated. With killer precision, his fingers unsnapped her bra then pushed the lacy material aside to cup her breasts.
    Their kiss broke. “You’re beautiful,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his hands cradling her breasts.
    Lust speared at her tummy. His hands roamed all over her belly, breasts and shoulders and then the strength in her body evaporated as she leaned backwards.
    “Are you okay?” he asked as her back collided with the steering wheel.
    “Fine. Just. Don’t. Stop.”
    His breath came in short, uneven bursts as he tugged at her shirt buttons, ripping a couple in the process. Moments later his eyes feasted on her naked upper body, save for her lacy bra stuck under her armpits.
    The slide of his thumb brushing against her nipples had her grasping for air. His full lipped smile had her pulse racing.
    “More…please,” she begged, her body constricting.
    “What do you want?” His eyes darkened.
    “You.” Her voice was a soft whisper.
    His eyes widened as he sucked in a breath. It was expelled through clenched teeth. “You’re driving me crazy.” With one hand supporting her weight as she leaned back, the other opened flat palm stroked across her belly and up along her sides.
    His head moved down and as his lips sought her nipple. Sensation engulfed her with the feel