Saturday Sexcerpt – Trouble with the Law by Tatiana March

Hey Naughty Boys and Girls Tatiana is sharing the Saturday Sexcerpt with uss!!! This is from Trouble with the Law.

 “No,” he told her. “I want to watch you watching me.”

His gaze locked with hers as he methodically unfastened the buckle on his belt. Rather than reach for the zip on his jeans, he slowly pulled the worn leather band out of the loops and folded it in his hands before stepping aside to set it down on the desk by the window.

Then he scraped out the chair and settled on it, lifting one foot over the opposite knee. Justine felt her mouth go dry. She hadn’t looked at his feet before, hadn’t realized that instead of shoes or sneakers he wore hiking boots. She listened to the sounds as he yanked the laces loose, and one by one removed the boots and the socks underneath.

Still looking at her, he stood up and raised his hands to his waist. “Sorry,” he said, and a quick smile quirked his lips. “Commando. I was in too much of a hurry to look for underwear when I got dressed.”

The metal zip rustled as his hands edged down, and then with a sweeping motion he shoved the jeans down his powerful legs. His erection swung free, pointing at the ceiling. Justine couldn’t help but stare, her mouth ajar. Her breath ran in swift gasps as she tore her attention back to his face.

She caught the flash of pure male satisfaction in his eyes, and then he moved to the bed and crouched down beside her. “Happy birthday,” he murmured, brushing a chaste kiss on her lips.

Justine laid the flat of her palm over his chest. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the slight moisture the steamy night had drawn on it, and the steady pounding of his heart. She slid her hand along the smooth muscles, following the downward taper of the dark line of hairs.

“Not yet,” he murmured. Gently but firmly he placed his hands against her shoulders and pushed, until she fell back to lie down on the bed. “I want to kiss every inch of your body. I don’t care how long it takes, but I’m going to make you mine like no man has ever made you his. I’m going to find nerve endings on your body you didn’t know existed.” A crooked smile played around his mouth. “And I’ll do my best to have you begging before I finally slip inside you.”

Justine closed her eyes. A soft moan rose deep within her as she felt the wet heat of his mouth over her collarbone. Her back arched, exposing her throat. His kisses trailed along her neck. His breath brushed over her breast as he edged down her side, and she realized he had meant it literally when he told her that he’d kiss her everywhere.

The drag of his lips in the sensitive dip of her waist sent her shivering. Her arms flew up from her sides, and she buried her fingers into his dark curls, attempting to guide him to her breasts.

“No,” he said, capturing her wrists and pressing her hands down against the bedspread. “Not yet.”

He roamed her body, found the tender spots inside her elbows and at the back of her knees. In between kisses, he smoothed his palms over her skin, feeling her contours–the curve of her hips, the swell of her buttocks, the long line of her legs–as he slowly removed the few scraps of clothing she wore.

“Please,” she whispered as he worked his way up along the inside of her thigh. He raised his head to look at her, and then he laid his hand against her abdomen, heavy and warm. Slowly, he inched his touch over her belly, finally reaching the valley between her breasts, and halting there.

Justine closed her eyes against the barrage of sensations. She wriggled in a desperate search, until his hand met her breast. She cried as a wave of tension gripped her, making her feel as if her body was a knot he’d suddenly yanked unbearably tight.

“Please,” she murmured. When his thumbs brushed over her nipples, she jerked up on the bed, a sharp cry escaping her throat.

He hushed her, but she couldn’t control her voice. A keening sound filled the dimly lit room. She felt the mattress dip as he climbed up beside her, and then his mouth closed over hers, in a slow kiss that dulled her cries to a muffled whimper.

And just when she thought she could bear it no more, he leaned on his elbows and covered her body with his, fitting his legs between hers. “Are you sure?” he asked, his words low and husky.

“Yes,” she told him, and shifted beneath him to welcome him.

Such a shame we have to wait until November for more.  Meanwhile you can beg Tatiana for more at her website.

www.tatianamarch.com

See you there,

Tina

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