WickedSeduction by Tina Donahue Page B

of her bra.
    Tor followed, pulling off his shirt, tossing the garment
aside. Marnie watched its journey to the floor, releasing her bra clasp at the
same time.
    Her breasts spilled out, the tips reddish with arousal,
halos constricted.
    Tor’s mouth went dry.
    She ditched her bra and turned on the nightstand lamp, the
pink shade making rosy puddles of light on the comforter. Warm. Romantic.
Beguiling.
    Tor stopped Marnie before she could pull off her skirt.
    “Let me,” he said.
    She kissed him in answer—hard and deep—then dropped her
hands to her sides, allowing him access to what he wanted.
    Although Tor longed to crawl all over her and have her do
the same with him, he didn’t want to rush and risk scaring her. Marnie desired
him but she’d been through a lot. Best to take these moments slowly and prove
he was a nice guy.
    He lowered her to the mattress. Her breasts quivered
slightly with the movement, her nipples begging for his mouth. With a shitload
of will, Tor forced himself not to make any sudden moves. He slipped his
fingers beneath the waistband of her skirt, surprised at how hot her skin was,
and eased the fabric down her hips and off. Rather than dumping her clothes on
the floor, he laid the garment at the foot of the bed, taking care.
    Marnie wasn’t as heedful. She ran her fingertips down his
torso, making Tor’s muscles jump, pulling a growl of delight to his throat. The
sound died quickly at her foot resting on his upper thigh, toes pressed to the
thick ridge between his legs.
    If his cock got any stiffer…
    Fuck, Tor wished he’d brought condoms. Her touch was killing
him. her panties straight out of a wet dream. They were pink, like her bra,
with the same rosettes, but also sheer enough for him to see the delicate curls
between her legs. Her crotch was damp with her passion.
    God, God, God.
    His rod was raring to go, his boys beyond the point of no
return, but he couldn’t rush this. He wouldn’t.
    Tor planted a kiss on her mound, relishing her clean, musky
scent. Holding back a frustrated groan, he looked up. Marnie’s eyes were
hooded, face flushed with color, smile downright smoky.
    Time to get serious. He peeled her underwear away, noting
how the damp fabric stuck to her cleft for a moment. Her soft folds were as ruddy
as the tips of her nipples, plump with passion, glistening with moisture. Dizzy
with need, he brought her panties to his face and inhaled deeply of her womanly
scent.
    The noise that escaped him sounded crazy with lust.
    Easy, dammit.
    “I’m not going to break,” she said, as though reading his
thoughts. Or maybe seeing his struggle for control.
    He laughed. “I might.”
    “Get naked. Please.”
    Tor wanted nothing more. He made quick work of stripping to
his skin, dropping his sandals and clothes in a heap on the floor. His cock was
hard enough to lift the crown, the head defying gravity to point at Marnie’s
cunt.
    Propped on her elbows, she studied his nudity. “Wow, you’re
better than a Greek god.”
    Tor laughed but puffed up a bit too.
    “Come here,” she said, reaching for his shaft.
    He kissed her palms then lifted Marnie’s hands above her
head, the crown of his cock skimming her thigh. She moaned softly.
    Tor touched the tip of his nose to hers. “Try not to move.”
    “Why?”
    “You’ll see.”
    She stopped him from moving back, kissing him passionately
again, turning his brain to mush. Lightheaded, Tor positioned Marnie’s legs,
thighs spread widely, knees bent, the soles of her feet on the bed. He stroked
her toenails, polished a delicate pink, the same as her fingernails.
    Marnie laughed. “You’re tickling me.”
    “Hell no. This is tickling.”
    She shrieked and tried to roll away. Tor wouldn’t let her,
running his fingers up and down her ribs.
    Marnie choked out another laugh and cried, “I can’t stand
any more— stop.”
    He did immediately, breathing nearly as hard as she did,
loving the sound of her laughter.
    Marnie finally