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she drank from his well as he kissed her. She shuddered as he moved, pressing closer and her hand
rose from her lap to curl longingly around his neck.
His kiss deepened and she begged for more. Brooke whimpered against his lips when he cradled
her with both hands and sought her with his tongue. It felt like she was falling, flying as he did things
she’d never experienced, touched her in ways she’d never dreamed. With the merest brush of his lips.
He angled upward from her mouth while he traveled over her skin with a gaze as gentle as a
caress. “Brooke,” he said, tender and hungry at the same time. She fell backward, his lips guiding her
as he floated to the bed with her. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathed against her mouth.
“To touch you.”
She held on as his lips worshiped her, dropping little explosions down her cheek to meet the
warmth of her throat and she groaned, an aching need bombarding her. She threw back her head and
let him roam. He wound one hand into her hair and she shivered as he licked and kissed her, nibbling
in delicious discoveries of sensation that stole her sanity.
“Like that?” Mitch asked, his voice roughened with pure desire. “You taste so sweet.” He went
back to where he had been. “You’re like candy. I don’t want to stop,” he said, flicking his tongue
against her ear.
She stiffened in his hold and tried to push against him. “No! We can’t!”
“Shh. We won’t,” he said with aching tenderness, resuming his attack. “I don’t want to stop tasting
you.” He hummed against her throat, right beneath her ear and a shot of electricity sparked down her
spine. “I would never hurt you, Brooke.” She shuddered and cried out throatily when he raked his
teeth over the exact same spot. “You’re incredible,” he murmured against her.
She sucked in a hot moan when he found the beating of her heart at the top of her shoulder. He
sighed his approval again.
“I want,” she gasped.
“What?” he purred, nuzzling beneath her ear.
“I want to taste,” she managed to breathe. He’d gone no lower than her collarbone and she was a
quivering mass of screaming nerves.
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He cradled her in his arms and rolled onto his back, his brown eyes heavy with desire. “Please
do,” he invited, his strong fingers winding through her hair again.
His gaze slid closed when she discovered the heated sensation of his skin and felt the rush of him
on her tongue. She traveled from his jaw to anywhere she could reach. He moaned shakily through
parted lips when she nibbled the skin beneath his ear and gave it a tender treatment, mimicking his
previous attacks on her nerves. “Yes,” he sighed, encouraging her, and it fanned her flame of desire
higher.
“You taste like hot honey,” she whispered. “I’ve never…” She shook with an untested wanting as
she gave up trying to talk to instead kiss and suckle on his skin. “Oh, God, Mitch.”
“We need to stop,” he said on a rolling groan, sadly mere moments later.
She did in a heartbeat. “Oh, God! I’m sorry!” He captured her before she could retreat and tugged
her down to his side.
“Don’t be.” He kept her close, running a hand up and down her back as she gradually cooled to a
simmering pool of awakened desire. “That was the most erotic kiss I’ve ever enjoyed,” he told her with
a mused sense of wonderment. “You taste so good.” She heard him lick his lips and quivered in
reaction, knowing exactly how hot those lips were on her skin.
Her palm rested over his heart and its hard rhythm rocked beneath her. He tilted his head and
inhaled. “Even your hair smells like a summer garden,” he murmured, as absorbed as she was in the
discoveries between them. He released a breath. “No, I am definitely not leaving. Not now.”
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