Sunsets & Seduction. Tawny Weber

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      “I’ve been trying my hardest. I thought you’d never give in,” she said with a sexy smile. “You and that iron control of yours.”

      “You have too many clothes on,” he said gruffly.

      Continuing to smile at him in that minxlike way she had, she wiped her hands on a nearby cloth and slid the smock from her shoulders that she always wore while making her soaps and lotions.

      Underneath, there was a simple yellow sundress with a halter top tied around her very graceful neck. When she reached up to hang the smock on a hook by the worktable, he could see her delectable shape outlined underneath.

      He wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her.

      “I’ll be right back. I need to lock up,” she said, sliding him a glance, still playing. Tempting him. Making him wait.

      “I already did. We’re alone. Come here,” he said.

      “You’re so demanding,” she murmured, returning to his arms.

      “Desperate for you is more like it,” he whispered against her lips.

      “I like the sound of that,” she purred. “And I feel the same way.”

      “I can’t get you out of my head,” he confessed, his arms sliding around her.

      His hands shook with the effort to slow down, reminding himself that Tessa was a woman to be cherished. A woman he cherished.

      He gasped when she nipped at his lower lip with her teeth, apparently rejecting his gentle approach.

      “Don’t hold back, Jonas,” she said in clear invitation, linking her arms around his neck.

      He swallowed hard, sliding his hands up over her slim arms and shoulders, tugging at the halter tie. Her eyes became smoky, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric.

      “I’ll give you whatever you want,” he promised, and he meant it. “Whatever you need.”

      “Just you,” she said, sending his pulse racing.

      He pushed the dress down until her pretty breasts were bared to his view. His eyes moved over her as if unable to completely absorb how gorgeous she was. Taking a peach-toned nipple between his fingers, he pinched gently, then soothed and pinched again, watching her head fall back, cherry lips parting, the pulse in her throat pounding.

      She tugged both his hands up to her breasts and covered them with her own, squeezing. She was so openly sexual, it mesmerized him.

      “More, Jonas,” she said, making his cock jerk in response.

      Gentleness was forgotten in the wake of desire that took him over. Her apartment was right upstairs, her bed just seconds away, but that was too far, too long to wait. He’d take her here, as he had been fantasizing about for days.

      Tugging the rest of her dress away, he pulled her up against him for a deep, hard kiss that made them both breathless, his hands everywhere. Over her shoulder, he perused the shelf of oils and ingredients, breaking the kiss to reach back for a bottle of sweet almond oil.

      Dropping a light kiss to her neck as he poured the rich-smelling oil in his hands, and smoothed the slippery-soft substance over her skin. He started with her slim shoulders, strong from the work she did, but still so delicately shaped. Then he worked his hands down over the slope of her back and hips. She leaned back into him with a sigh when he slid around to her front, where he spent long minutes massaging her breasts until her head dropped forward and a small moan delivered from her throat.

      She was like a piece of sensual art, a perfectly sculpted woman come to life under his hands.

      “Jonas, this all feels good, but I need more,” she said, pulling away as she turned to face him. She stood before him in nothing but slight, yellow satin panties, her skin gleaming where he’d worked the oil over her. “You have no idea how much I want you,” she said, looping her thumbs into the scrap of material and sliding it off until there was nothing between them.

      “I think I have some idea,” he whispered, taking off his own jeans and shirt. She walked into his arms and they were skin to skin, finally. The satisfaction of it was mind-boggling.

      He ran his hands reverently over her thighs, the rounded globes of her ass, the curve of her hips. His erection jutted against her, eager and needy.

      “I want you, Tessa,” he said, his breath catching as he kissed her.

      “Then take me,” she invited with a sultry gaze.

      He reached for an open jar of honey she had forgotten to put away and dripped golden dollops on her breasts then licked them off. As he finished, she was shuddering and straining toward him, her nails digging into his arms.

      His hand slid under her knee to pull her leg up around his hip, his cock brushing against the silky, wet flesh he wanted to bury himself in.

      “Jonas, please,” she begged. “Now.”

      “Not yet … let’s make it last,” he said. As much as he wanted her, something bothered him. There was something about the light in the room that didn’t seem right. He looked around, making sure they were alone.

      A lingering sense of dread held him off for a few more seconds.

      What was wrong?

      Nothing.

      Tessa moved against him, oblivious to any problem.

      But it was his job to protect her. That was why he was there in the first place, her hired bodyguard. There had been some threats against Senator Rose and his family, and Jonas had been more than willing to keep an eye on Tessa. In fact, he’d found it difficut to take his eyes off of her.

      He glanced around the foundry once more. Nothing was out of place. He was imagining things, and turned his attention back to the woman in his arms.

      Words evaporated for long, steamy moments as Jonas gripped her hips, lifting her up completely against him so that he could plunder her mouth as he thrust forward, planting himself deep inside her welcoming body. She was hot, tight, and they fit perfectly, as he knew they would.

      She pulled back, watching him as he thrust into her. He could tell when she bit her lip, her eyelids fluttering shut, long lashes brushing her cheeks, that she was close.

      He found a steady rhythm and tried to focus on every nuance of her as he held her. Small sounds came from her throat that were sexier than hell, her mouth forming a perfect O as she trembled and started to careen over the edge.

      He bent to suckle a breast, flicking his tongue against her hardened nipple. That small touch pushed her over. A soft scream fell from her lips, her body tensing and pulsing around him as she came.

      Jonas wanted to join her, but he needed more, thrusting faster, harder, focusing on the heat of her body, how soft her skin was under his hands. Her inner muscles fisted around him tightening and releasing again as she writhed in his arms, and he moved faster.

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