Heart Mates by Mary Hughes Page B

carnivore’s teeth. Sharp nips alternated with warm kisses and licks. The heat of his breath on her neck sent shivers riding along her flesh from crown to toes.
    Her heart thudded faster. She lifted her chin to give him better access. At the same time she hunted for his waistband. The button came open with a hard push-tug. She cranked on his zipper, lost patience and dived in, expecting boxers or briefs, shocked to feel satiny warm flesh instead—his cock, peeking up to greet her.
    He shifted his hips so that she could shoehorn her palm past his waistband into his pants. She glided along the length of his hard, growing erection. It was thick and sleek and she yearned to feel it inside her.
    As she rubbed, his breathing got ragged. His mouth pressed to the crook of her neck and sucked gently. His hand was busy flipping open blouse buttons. A multi-tasking male, ooh.
    But while his touch on her naked nipples would be nice, she was burning up elsewhere. She abandoned his pants to grab his fingers and tried to redirect his hand to where she wanted it, between her legs.
    His growl revved darker. “Not yet. I want you totally naked.”
    She thrilled. Shivered. “You too.”
    He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. His were a silver so bright they burned. “Oh, yes.”
    His mouth seized hers. She gasped, her jaw falling pliant and yielding to him. He plundered her to the limits.
    When she was addled with need, he stopped. Straddling her hips, he rose to his knees over her and made short work of her blouse and bra, tossing them to the side.
    And then he was suckling her breast. Her nipple surged to meet him. He suckled the one and plucked the other until she arched with a moan. Until it drove her crazy. She thrashed her head against the floor. “Naked,” she gasped.
    “Right.” He completely stripped off her pants and panties, then fell on her breasts again, suckling. Desire flaming through her, rolling her hips into him.
    “ Naked, ” she shouted, then panted, “You.”
    That ripped a dark growl from him. He surged to his knees above her and without unbuttoning, stripped off his flannel shirt with a rise of chest and biceps, a long stretch of muscle along his ribcage and a flaring of his lats. The man was all lean, luscious muscles. She petted everything she could reach, delighting in silky skin and a light dusting of hair that tickled.
    His jeans were already unbuttoned, the top of his erection straining in the gap. He tore his zipper open, rolled one hip onto the floor then rolled onto his back, peeling the pants off as he went. He came up on his knees, the pants in one hand and his erection straining eagerly for her.
    Tossing the pants, he lay flush next to her and leaned over her to kiss her. As his tongue mated with hers, he slid his other hand between her legs.
    She was already so wet his fingers sank deep. They both moaned.
    He stroked her sex, gently at first and then with increasing insistence. Her hips began to jerk in excitement. A mini-explosion rocked her. He kept stroking and she started to build again.
    Winched to the peak and beyond, she grabbed his hips and tried to lever him to where he’d do the most good. He chuckled and moved to accommodate her, kneeling between parted thighs. He lowered himself slowly until his erection bobbed against her mound, on the cusp of making everything perfect.
    The wall phone jangled.
    She groaned and tried to ignore it. Grabbing his head in both hands, she kissed him as if she could deafen them both with her enthusiasm.
    The ringing stopped.
    She sighed and reached between them to circle his cock, lovely and thick in her hand. She stroked, feeling it grow even fatter. He’d feel like heaven sinking in—
    Brring.
    “Damn it.” She clunked her head on the floor in disgust.
    “Who is it?” Noah’s growl was as frustrated.
    “I don’t know. Could be a supplier—or a customer.”
    “Or a telemarketer. Don’t answer it.” He slid a tongue along the sensitive