Under Pressure (Body Armor #1)(66)

He’d definitely changed over the past couple of years but he’d never been modest.

She gave a throaty groan of approval and stroked those small curious hands down his chest, dragging her fingers through his dark chest hair, over his pecs, back up again to his shoulders and then his nape. Without a word she leaned into him and kissed his jaw, his neck, lightly bit his shoulder, opened her mouth on his upper chest.

“Hold up, honey.” It was enough to have her sweet ass warmly snuggling his dick. Now, with her hot, damp mouth touching his skin, he was damn near a goner. Setting her back, he said, “You need to play catch-up.”

“Okay.” In quick agreement, she started to peel off her sweatshirt.

Leese again stopped her, this time with a short, tortured laugh. Pleased with her, he said, “Let me, okay?”

“Okay, sure.” She held up her arms.

So damn ready.

During his adult life, he’d had easy conquests, but never had a woman wanted him as much as Catalina did.

Rather than do as she expected, he drew her in for a hungry, openmouthed, tongue-twining kiss, and while she melted against him, he slipped his hands under the sweatshirt.

Her warm, silky skin enticed him. More than anything, he wanted to strip her naked and kiss her all over.

And he would. Soon.

Until then, he traced her spine upward...

No bra strap.

Well, hell. Knowing she was bare beneath the sweatshirt stole a good chunk of his control.

Bringing both hands around to the front of her, he opened his palms over her breasts. So soft and warm. He rasped gently over her already tight nipples, taking her groan into his mouth.

When he caught her nipples in his fingers, gently rolling, her legs tensed and her hands on his shoulders clenched. As if she needed the added contact, she pressed more snugly against his cock, slowly rocking, setting him on fire.

Okay, so maybe he couldn’t take things slow. Apparently neither of them wanted or needed that. “Arms up again, babe.”

Without a single word of protest she sat back and did as he asked.

More clumsily than he would have liked, Leese whisked the sweatshirt away, then had to pause and just...look at her.

God, she was beautiful.

Using only his fingertips, he traced over her shoulders, her collarbone, around the outside of her breasts, down to her small waist and then the flare of her hips. The low-fitting jeans left her belly exposed. Dipping one finger inside the waistband, he brushed back and forth over her satiny skin.

“You’re such a tease,” she complained, her breath strained. Tunneling her fingers into his hair, she leaned forward.

Knowing what she wanted, Leese licked around one taut nipple, stroked his tongue over it and, when she shuddered, he slowly drew her in, sucking softly.

She gave a husky, barely there whimper. “Oh God...”

Her ragged breathing, the flush of her skin and the stirring words she murmured, all pushed him.

Knowing his own limits, Leese turned her to her back on the couch and settled between her legs. Going back to her nipple, he nipped her carefully, caught her in his teeth and tugged, then moved to the other breast.

Head back, eyes closed, Cat breathed fast and deep while keeping up that tantalizing rhythm, grinding herself to him in growing need.

Lost to the pleasure, Leese kissed his way down her body, tasting her heated skin, licking, leaving behind the occasional love bite. He dipped his tongue into her navel, brushed his teeth over her hip bone and nibbled his way to the waistband of her jeans.

“These need to go,” he muttered thickly, and opened the snap.

Cat said nothing, and with a quick glance he saw her holding her bottom lip in her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut, her expression an agony of anticipation.

So fucking hot.

He wanted to hear her come, taste her on his tongue, feel her body twisting with pleasure.

Sliding both palms inside her jeans and panties, he cupped her plump bottom, caressed her and dragged down the material to midthigh.

Again, he soaked in the sight of her, those soft upper thighs and hips, sweetly curved belly and her now damp sex. His chest worked, trying to find enough oxygen.

He sat up long enough to push the denim lower, out of his way.

Coming back to her, he deliberately wedged her thighs wider, used his fingers to further part her and then, with just his fingertips, he touched her, playing over her slick flesh, spreading the moisture up and over her clitoris...

“Leese,” she groaned, her hips shifting sharply, trying to follow the touch.

He gave in to the need and pressed his face to her, breathing deeply of her musk scent, stroking his tongue into her. He didn’t think about seducing her, but instead, for the next few minutes, he just took what he needed.

It must have been enough, because as he drew in her clitoris, rasping with his tongue, sucking softly, she stiffened beneath him, tangled her fingers in his hair, and arched hard, crying out as she came.





CHAPTER TWELVE

WHEN LEESE LIFTED HER, Cat barely managed to put her arms around his neck. Every part of her felt liquid. And hot. And a deep throbbing remained in her blood, a pulse beat of incredible pleasure.

After a slow inhale, she murmured, “Where are you taking me?”

“The bedroom.” His incendiary gaze bore into hers. “I need you naked.”

“Yeah.” She let out a shuddering breath. “I need that too.”