TangledHunger by Tina Christopher Page B

hot, heavy body covered her like a blanket. His chest hair raked
against her nipples and the fat stalk of his length brushed against her clit.
    “Do it,” she demanded. “Come inside me.”
    He shook his head and curled his arms under her shoulders.
“We’re not there yet. I want you hotter than you’ve ever been.”
    “I am.”
    He kissed her breast, pulled her hard nipple into his mouth
and sucked. Tanasha arched her back and moaned.
    “You’re not there yet,” he mumbled as he moved to the other
nipple.
    She clenched her hands around the metal of the headboard. Her
body was on fire, every part of her sensitive, in need of just the right
stroke, just the right touch and she would go over.
    But he didn’t allow it.
    His caresses either avoided her neediest areas or they were
so light they didn’t give her the stimulation she desired. Instead she
continued to climb higher, her arousal growing. Duncan would drive her up and
then give her body a moment to acclimatize itself before pushing her up the
next step.
    He’d stopped playing with her nipples and kissed his way
down her body. The heat of his skin against hers, the rough texture of his body
hair, the fact he moved closer to the point where she really wanted him drove
her on.
    She was wet, her clit throbbed. Tanasha attempted to gain
some relief by rubbing against Duncan’s chest, but as soon as she moved he
lifted himself away from her. “None of that,” he whispered and bit her stomach.
    The nip shot through her like wildfire, leaving more need in
its wake. His broad shoulders pushed between her legs, which ended up curling
around his shoulders.
    He blew against her clit.
    Tanasha screamed.
    Duncan chuckled. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
     
    Duncan studied the delicate folds in front of him. The
little nub of her clit had come out from behind its protective hood. Her lips
were flushed with blood and dripping liquid. He blew on her again and her
response was as gratifying as the first time.
    He couldn’t wait any longer and licked across her slit. Her
taste was inebriating. He had another one, making her thrust her hips up and
moan. Luckily he had his hands around her and could push her back down on the
bed. She groaned and jerked at the binds, trying to get her hands free.
    Duncan cursed and rushed up her body. “None of that, Nasha.
You’ll hurt yourself, don’t pull so hard.”
    He massaged the red rings she’d made into her wrists. Their
eyes met. He was shocked to see tears in hers. “What? Nasha, what?”
    “You stopped,” she whispered.
    “You were hurting yourself.”
    She turned her head away. Duncan gripped her chin and made
her look at him. “What?” he asked again, his fingers stroking the silky-soft
skin of her face. “Tell me.” He kissed her.
    “I was so close. It felt so amazing and you stopped.”
    “I’m sorry, I want you to fly high, but I don’t want to
leave bruises on your body.”
    “I didn’t even notice.”
    “I’ll continue if you promise not to hurt yourself.”
    She gripped the binds and nodded.
    Duncan kissed her, nipped at that delicious full lower lip.
His temperature reached boiling point, but he needed to make up for his
blunder. She’d not been teased like he was doing. Stopping in the middle had
made things worse. He’d have to make sure she was at the same point again.
    Slowly he worked his way down her body, kissing, nibbling on
her soft curves. Kiss by kiss the tension flowed out of her and she gave herself
back into his care.
    With a suppressed sigh of relief he reached the apex of her
thighs. He made himself comfortable and set to work. She was still wet but not
as wet as she’d been. He smoothed his fingers over her puffy lips and blew
against her clit.
    She whimpered. Duncan blew again and then licked across her
slick lips. She tensed and he licked one more time. Her hips rose off the bed
and her juices began to flow freely. He stabbed his tongue inside her and
thrust as deep into her