Smut in the City (Absolute Erotica) by Sommer Marsden, Victoria Blisse, Viva Jones, Lucy Felthouse, Giselle Renarde, Cassandra Dean, Tamsin Flowers, Geoffrey Chaucer, Wendi Zwaduk, Lexie Bay Page B

she set her mouth to his.
    His lips were warm, tasting of the whisky he’d consumed, and moved under hers slowly, hesitantly. Sliding her hands up his shoulders, she pushed him backward until she felt the thump and jerk as he met the edge of the dressing table. Trailing over his arms, she covered the hands that gripped the edge with her own.
    Breaking from her, he pulled back. She tried to follow, but he removed his hand from hers and stilled her with a gentle cup of her cheek.
    His eyes searched hers.
    Moments passed. Her breath found his, merged and became one. Keeping his gaze, she raised her hand to cover his and, leaning forward, she flicked her tongue against his upper lip.
    The force of his reaction thrilled her. His hands splayed over the small of her back to tug her into him, scrunching the fabric and digging into her skin. Her own hands framed his jaw, her fingers digging into his hair as they kissed and kissed. Tangling with hers, his tongue enticed and she followed, eager to feel more of this fire. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the thin satin and his shirt barely a barrier between them and, legs widening, he tugged her into the cradle created. She went gladly, relishing the feel of powerful thighs encasing her.
    Pushing off his jacket, she struggled with his suspenders as his lips trailed hotly over her cheek. Fingers threaded under the thin strap of her dress, his hand warm and hard against her as he slipped it from her shoulder. His lips trailed over the skin revealed, bringing fire in their wake, and then found the satin covering her breast. As his mouth opened over her nipple, she threw back her head, pressing herself into him as he licked and worried her through the fabric. Against her stomach she could feel him, hardening behind his trousers, and she moved against him, glorying in the sound of his tortured groan against her breast.
    Fingers slipped beneath the other strap and then the bodice fell, baring her to him, and a strong hand surrounded the soft flesh of her breast, bringing her again to his mouth. A gasp stuttered from her at the hot feel of his lips against her, his tongue lavishing her aching nipple. His mouth was hot and wet and so clever, tracing her, nipping her, his teeth hard and contrasting with the softness of his tongue. He didn’t neglect her other breast, his mouth just as hot, just as wet, and driving her insane with want.
    Burying her fingers in his hair, she jerked him up. Lips swollen and wet, he watched her with eyes darkened with lust. Breath shuddered through her as she stared into him. Desire burned her skin, curled low in her belly and thrummed through in her blood.
    With a tug of his arms, she turned and pushed him to the couch against the wall. He fell easily, his eyes never leaving hers. Her dress caught at her hips, she straddled him, pushing his shirt aside as she leaned down to taste his neck. He was salt and whisky and heat, and she loved him on her tongue.
    Rough hands pushed under her skirt and up the outside of her thighs, curling around her to pull her toward him. Leaning over him, she pushed what remained of his shirt from his chest. His skin was pale, with a light dusting of dark hair she longed to trace, but instead she trailed her fingers over the muscles she found, her tongue tangling with hers as she took his mouth again. Fingers dug into her hips and he urged her forward, starting a rhythm that drove the lust inside her to a fever. Between her thighs, his cock pressed against her, thick and hard and big. A strong hand cupped her breast, shaping her, moulding her. Her nipple tightened painfully, his thumb circling and circling the tight flesh, and pleasure forked through her as he caught her between his finger and thumb.
    Grasping his shoulders, she pushed him back against the couch to hold him still for her pleasure. She licked the length of his throat, and delighted as he tensed. Tracing his collarbone with lips and tongue, she gloried when he