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Heaven help her.
Was that his teeth?
Was that his tongue?
The thin cotton tank she'd put on in the dark was there against her skin, and as her toes curled, her nipples tightened.
Her eyes closed, and she pulled a breath in through her mouth.
"So..."
She tensed as she felt his tongue against her skin again.
When he spoke again, she felt both his words and his lips.
"Does this kind of kiss count?"
He kissed along the side of her neck before pulling the lobe of her ear between his teeth.
The moment of pressure sent a shock through her body, rubbing her nipples against the cotton of her tank and the curve of her ass against his hips.
Maybe he rocked forward against her, or maybe it was just her movement, but there was something so deliciously arousing about the hard length of him against her. She felt the weight of him and the glide of his tip against her spine.
"Noelle?"
She couldn't believe that he expected her to think of an answer.
He nipped at her earlobe and then soothed the sharp sting with his tongue.
"Talk to me..."
"McCrae..." She groaned his name and tried to nudge their joined hands down over her belly.
"What about this kiss?"
He moved and clamped his mouth at the side of her neck.
What was left of her functioning brain cells had a single thought.
I'm going to have a hickey.
She giggled.
She laughed, tipping her head back and brushing her crazy sensitive nipples against the cotton of her tank.
"You are going to kill me, baby."
His chest pushed against her back and she turned her head so her cheek pressed against her pillow.
He was half-covering her, their hands caught between her stomach and the bed.
His leg pushed between her thighs.
He was heavy against her and that weight... it caught her breath in her lungs.
"I want to love you, baby."
He moved, a long, arching curl against her back, his hips rolling against her, his cock skimming along the curve of her spine.
