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down her arms, then reached up and covered her breasts with his hands
as he deepened the kiss.
    She tried to move her hands back to
his head, but she was still tangled up in the robe, which was pinned
under the weight of her body. Addie groaned against his mouth,
unashamed to admit to herself that there was something sinfully
perfect about being at his mercy.
    And he seemed determined to keep her
that way—or to keep her too distracted to care. Heat shot
through her as he rolled one tight nipple between his thumb and
finger, and he swallowed her desperate moan when he did it again. His
tongue stroked against hers in a sensual mimicry of sex, plunging
into her mouth as if he meant to conquer it.
    His mouth drifted lower, blazing a
hot path between her breasts to her belly. His hands dropped back to
her hips as he dragged her to the edge of the couch, but the feeling
of him toying with her nipples didn't fade. If anything, the
sensations increased, sharpened, as he kissed past her belly. His
hands gripped her thighs, pulling them farther apart as tongue
circled her clit.
    "Wes!" His name ripped
free of her as she threw her head back and squirmed under the
onslaught of sensation. She'd lost the ability to think, lost the
ability to breathe as his tongue stroked dizzying circles and his ghostly touches
tormented her breasts. She tried to wiggle free of the robe, but his
hands tightened on her thighs, holding her still so she had no choice
except to wallow in the feelings.
    And wallow she did. Her body climbed
toward orgasm so fast she was breathless with the speed of it, unable
to comprehend how it could possibly get better. Then one of his hands
moved, his fingers slipping inside her, and heat raced through her as
her body started to shake. "Wes…Wes, God, baby—"
    He raised his head, his thumb moving
to take the place of his tongue as he rocked his hand against her and
watched her face. "Come on, Addie...." His tongue traced
another hot path back up to her breast, and he closed his mouth
around her nipple.
    She couldn't deny him anything, not
now, when she was balanced on the edge of release and wound so tight
she knew that there was no stopping it. And in truth she didn't want
to, not with him staring up at her with that desperate look on his
face, as if seeing her come would be the hottest thing he had ever
witnessed.
    Addie let her head fall back against
the couch as she let go, and orgasm slammed into her with all the
force of the raging storm outside. She might have screamed, but she
couldn't be sure. Pleasure crested inside her and rolled outwards in
wild, uncontrollable waves that made her entire body shake and her
toes curl.
    He coaxed her through the waves,
stroking into her with his fingers and rubbing her clit, dragging it
out until she had to whimper in protest at the stimulation.
    He tugged his hand away and kissed
her shoulder. "Sleep?" His voice was as tight as his
shoulders. "It's late."
    She squirmed the rest of the way out
of her robe before sliding off the couch to straddle his lap. Her
fingers still shook, but she managed to find the hem of his shirt and
drag it upwards. "Trying to be a gentleman is one thing, Wes,
but now you're just talking crazy."
    He kissed her, his tongue sweeping
the inside of her mouth. Then he pulled away and let her coax his
shirt off. "I tried. Lord knows, I tried."
    "Should have known better,"
she whispered as she threw his shirt to the floor. Her hands fell
back to his shoulders, and she stroked down his chest before bending
her mouth to kiss his shoulder. "Can't stop me when I set my
mind to something."
    "Obviously not." He lifted
her and set her back on the couch. Then he stood and reached for his
pants, freezing when he had them undone. "Shit, Addie. I don't
have any condoms."
    Addie reached out and grabbed his
pants, tugging them down. "You worried about getting me
pregnant, or something else?"
    His eyebrows shot up again. "I
don't need to worry about anything else, or I