Once Upon A Killing (A Gass County Novel Book 2) by Isabell Lawless

teeth.
    She gulped, and no matter how hard she tried, that mouth of his was reeling her in like a bee to honey. She couldn’t take her eyes away from it. His tongue had left the smallest of dew at the middle of his bottom lip, and she wondered what it would taste like landing on her tongue.
    Without noticing how it happened, her hair was suddenly tangled around his fingers, massaging her scalp. The moment she let her eyes fall shut, the warmth of his breath touched her skin, making delicious goose bumps break out across her body.
    Then it touched her - his tongue. Painting the slowest of strokes from below her ear, slowly tracing the skin of her bared collarbone underneath the strap of her gown, down the fabric of her dress until it settled with a warm suckle right on her already hard nipple. He licked it gently at first, wetting the fabric, making it more visible to the world every time his tongue let up, until the dress was soaked enough for his teeth to gently nibble the erect peak.
    His hands trailed down her back and pulled up the bottom of her dress with the same speed his tongue danced across her breast.
    She felt him now; his fingers, cupping the naked skin of her bottom then pulling lightly on her underwear, allowing him to slide them down her legs until she stepped out of them. But he didn’t toss them away. Instead he placed them inside his back pocket, and with the other hand moved one of the dress straps of her nightgown down her shoulder until her taut nipples were the only things holding the fabric up over her chest.
    She stood there, waiting. She just didn’t know for what. It had been years, she thought, since she had let a man touch her. Fully. And the last man had been her husband. A long time ago.
    Her body craved what she knew was coming, but at the same time actions this seductive, this intimate, made her freeze. She was good at this, she knew she was, at least in her mind. She would know exactly how to drive Wayne wild, until he would beg her for release, for a chance to come. Exactly how to trace his body, and taste him in ways he could only imagine. Engulf his body the way she’d ambushed him downstairs a short while ago.
    But this, the slow way he approached it gave her mind a chance to take it in and think it over. She was better at the quick and action packed seduction, not the soft and slow.
    “Are we okay, Christine?” His voice was touching her lips. She hadn’t paid attention.
    “Mhm.”
    Slowly his hands moved up her arms, pulling the straps of her dress up with them. Placing them back on her bare shoulders.
    “We can take it slow,” he said close to her ear, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. “We don’t need to do this tonight.” A softness about his appearance made her believe he was telling her the truth.
    “No,” she whispered, making his hands halt at her shoulders. Thumbs circling her skin. ”Take it all off. Just take it off, now. Don’t let me think about this any longer. Please.”
    In a handful of seconds not only did her dress end up on the floor, but his clothes too. His naked body pressing into hers, moving them across the narrow hallway and into her bedroom, landing them both on top of her bed. His weight felt marvelous on top of her: a hard chest pressing down onto the swell of her breasts, one elbow holding him up, his other hand tracing down her chest onto her nipple, then cupping her breast in his hand, licking it slowly.
    The moment he bent down to kiss her lips, her legs widened, allowing him to settle down between them. She felt him nudge her, making his hardness apparent.
    “Don’t move,” his lips mumbled against hers as he started to climb back down the bed, a leg already on the floor heading out the door to his jeans.
    “You don’t have to. Come back.” Her hands holding onto the top of his shoulders slowed his move for the condoms most certainly hiding in a pants pocket currently in the other room, and she pulled him back down on top of