Part 62 (2/2)

But in response to his question, reading the look in his eyes, thus what was on his mind, I lifted my gla.s.s slowly, took a sip just as slowly, and removed the gla.s.s from my lips at my leisure, all this staring into his eyes and watching them heat as I did so.

When the gla.s.s was away, Noc dropped his head again, his nose coming close enough it almost touched mine. Dipping it under and around, his lips so very close, his heated eyes unceasingly peering into my own.

”You like to tease, baby?” he whispered.

”Perhaps,” I whispered back.

It seemed he was moving in to take my mouth, and I held my breath, but just as he got near enough to capture my lips, he retreated, again only a whisper away.

I tipped my head back, wis.h.i.+ng to erase that whisper, but Noc changed course, lazily running a phantom trail with his lips along my jaw, my cheekbone and back to my lips, right there, but not there enough.

My heart was beating a swift tattoo, the area between my legs tingling, growing moist, and I swayed slightly into him, wanting to remove even the limited distance we had.

But Noc put his drink down on the counter behind me, his hand spanning my hip and holding me steady.

And away.

I felt his lower lip brush mine but the touch was so light, it was like a dream.

Thus I felt my nipples strain the material confining them, a pleasurable discomfort.

”You tease too,” I accused softly.

”Mm...”

This he murmured as his face got even closer.

But not close enough.

G.o.ds, he was better at this even than me!

And it was marvelous.

I put a hand to his stomach and drifted it up.

”I would very much like you to kiss me, darling,” I requested.

”Yeah,” was all he said as a reply.

”Now,” I demanded, swaying closer, and he allowed the touch of our bodies but didn't give me his mouth.

”Now?” he asked.

”Now,” I repeated.

He ran the tip of his nose along the flare of my nostril and then adjusted so I could feel the hairs of his brow brush mine.

My breath started to get heavy.

”How much you want my mouth, Frannie?” he asked.

”Quite a bit,” I answered, trailing my hand around his side to his back and up to his shoulder blade, pressing in.

He resisted.

I felt my panties dampen.

”Noc,” I breathed.

”Say please,” he ordered.

My eyes narrowed even as my womb convulsed.

”You're very bad,” I admonished.

”You think you ask pretty you won't get your reward?” he inquired.

That was an excellent point.

”Say please,” he urged, giving me the barest trace of his mouth. I sought more, but he denied me. ”Say it, baby.”

There was nothing for it.

”Please, Noc,” I pressed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s into his chest, ”may I have your mouth?” I whispered, and I got my reward from the burn in his eyes even before he gave me my real reward.

”Absolutely,” he growled and then he gave me what I asked for.

I was so attuned to him, I nearly dropped my gla.s.s in an effort to clutch him to me the instant I tasted his tongue, forgetting I even held it.

Fortunately, Noc had more presence of mind and before the kiss heated, my gla.s.s joined his on the counter.

My a.r.s.e also joined the gla.s.ses on the counter when Noc suddenly yanked up my skirt, lifted me and planted me there, pus.h.i.+ng in, forcing my legs open, rounding me tightly in his arms so my intimate parts were pressed to his hardening ones and his mouth devoured mine.

When I was grasping his hair, whimpering down his throat and grinding my hips into his, he lifted his head and looked down at me with eyes ablaze.

”Ready for bed?” he asked.

”Absolutely,” I breathed.

Noc grinned.

Then he lifted me off the counter, put me on my feet, yanked down my skirt, took possession of my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen.

”No, please,” I begged.

I was close. So very close.

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