Hot Buttered Yum by Kim Law Page B

took a step closer, butting his chest against her
crossed arms. “It’s going to be done right.”
    She suspected it
would be.
    Goosebumps lit
over her body. Her breath caught in her throat and she didn’t know what to do
next. She just wanted his mouth on hers.
    “You going to
start it?” he asked softly.
    Nerves had her
clenching her fingers tighter against the lapels. She nodded.
    But she didn’t
close the distance.
    A thump came
from above as if someone had bumped into the door, and she froze. The breath
she’d been holding slid out.
    Lucas didn’t let
the noise bother him. He leaned forward, bent slightly at the neck, and brushed
his lips against one of her cheeks. It was a small, velvety touch. So soft she
wouldn’t have been sure what it was if she hadn’t been watching. It made her
ears ring.
    He didn’t pull
back. “I’m waiting,” he whispered against her skin. His heady, masculine scent
surrounded her.
    “Someone might
see us,” she whispered back. Her entire body hummed.
    “Kiss me, Roni.”
    Crap. The man
was going to make her lose her mind.
    But she was
going to lose it in a very good way.
    In a quick move,
she turned loose of the coat and lifted her arms. They went around his neck,
and he turned his lips to hers. She stared at him for one second. Looking
straight into his eyes even though it was too dark to see.
    And then she
closed her eyes and closed the distance between their mouths.

Chapter Eight
    A groan slipped from the back of Lucas’s
throat as Roni’s lips settled onto his.
    Her arms were
bent at the elbows and locked around his neck, and her chest—her small, firm
breasts—pressed into him.
    He didn’t move
at first, simply let her touch settle on him. He didn’t want to miss a moment. If
this was going to be his first and last kiss, he was going to savor it.
    Only, she parted
her lips and the tip of her tongue touched him.
    And hell, he was
a goner.
    He still held
her silver heels. He dropped them and closed his arms around her waist with a moan.
He crushed her, hips to shoulders, against him, and then he opened his mouth in
return.
    She slipped in
before he could.
    Then they both
went into a frenzy.
    They couldn’t
get close enough to each other, couldn’t get a good enough taste. Hands and
tongues stroked. He slid his palms to her rear. She went up on her toes and
reached for more.
    He kissed her as
if his life depended on it.
    He kissed her
until neither of them could draw in air.
    They parted,
gasping for breath, foreheads together. His hands remained on her rear and he
squeezed, closing his eyes and savoring the feel of her taut curves. The door
above them creaked opened and they both froze. Female laughter bubbled out, at least
two women. He did not want to stop.
    Apparently Roni didn’t either, since she didn’t move away. Instead,
she cupped his jaw and brought his mouth back to hers.
    This time it was
slower.
    He teased his
tongue inside her mouth, capturing her soft moan, and she roamed her hands down
over his chest. He could feel her fingers smoothing over him, missing nothing. As if painting him in her mind. A heady power surged through
his body to know that this woman wanted to examine him so thoroughly.
    One hand cupped the
back of her head and he drank from her, tilting her head up to his and holding
her steady so he could get his fill.
    He feared he
would never get his fill.
    Her hands slid
lower and he sucked in a sharp breath. They trailed beneath his navel, but then
circled around to his back. He released the breath and buried his mouth against
her neck. She smelled like berries.
    The door above
them slammed closed and feet moved across the deck.
    Roni didn’t stop.
She reached her arms up to his neck again, arching her body into his and he
understood her needs. He had the same. She wanted his hands on her.
    He was nothing
if not obliging.
    With one hand
now at the base of her spine, his trailed the fingers of the other softly over
the smooth skin of her