Make That Man Mine by Shelley Munro

Author:Shelley Munro [Munro, Shelley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781419920516
Google: 4rWpP2Fonf4C
Amazon: B0031Y9CV0
Goodreads: 9466135
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Published: 2005-09-06T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

The woman was undressing him with her eyes. Jack felt the situation escalating from his control and with the taniwha’s roars pounding inside his head, his grip was tenuous at best. Then she raised a hand and traced the V of flesh visible at his neck. Jack lost it. He grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her against his chest. Man, she felt good, her soft curves pillowed against him. She leaned all her weight against him, brushing her belly against his sensitive cock. His cursed trousers were so tight Jack thought he’d lose circulation to his groin if he didn’t get them off soon. The thought faded when their lips collided, greedy and ravenous for a taste of each other. He explored the moist cavern of her mouth, the contrasting hardness of her teeth and the softness inside her cheek. She tasted of limes and salt. Emma. It was damn addictive. When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing hard.

Her blue eyes glittered and a soft smile played on her lips. “Did you want to go to the dinner?”

“No.” But he didn’t want to do this either. Another night of horizontal dancing with Emma smacked of heading down Commitment Road. Just a hop, skip and a dance away from Wedding Row.

His hands tightened around her shoulders. Nope, he didn’t want this. He was going to push her away. Push her away—

Liar.

Jack wanted sex with Emma so badly his hands, his body still trembled. Even the idea of them being watched didn’t bother him as much as it did at the start.

Her warm hands burrowed under the fabric of his shirt, and just like that, Jack’s willpower toppled and he gave up the fight. “Dammit, woman. You’re killing me here. If you’re going to undo things, start with the trousers. They’re cutting off my circulation.”

“Poor baby,” she cooed. “Can’t have that.” She redirected her busy hands to the fly of his trousers and cupped his erection, teasing him some more.

Jack heard her wildly beating pulse and knew she was excited. “I bet your panties are wet. I bet you’re wet for me.”

A soft blush suffused her cheeks. “Why don’t you find out?” she whispered, her lashes drifting down to hide the sleepy expression in her blue eyes.

Holding back a grin, he slid his hands beneath the hem of her T-shirt. Blue. It matched her eyes. His hand skimmed the warm flesh of her belly. She sucked in a rapid breath and her stomach as well. Jack decided to ignore the feminine vanity. To his mind, she was perfect. He didn’t get a sore neck when he kissed her, and he didn’t feel in danger of flattening her if he took her in a missionary position. Yeah, she was perfect—more’s the pity. His fingers traced across her rib cage then a little higher to hold the generous weight of one plump breast. He lifted her T-shirt, exposing her breasts to his gaze.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. Jack wet his forefinger in his mouth then traced around the areola of one breast.

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