The Nerd Prince by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Format: epub
Published: 2010-02-13T06:53:54+00:00

Chapter 4

Cade knew he ought to say good night and get out now, while he still could, but she felt so good. So warm. So right in his arms. Having her lithe, soft body against him helped to fill the gaping void in his soul, helped to heal the wounds Rhoda had inflicted.

And besides, she didn’t seem inclined to let go of him, either.

She began, very slowly, to kiss his throat. Little tingles of sensation raced down nerves that hadn’t been stimulated that way in a hell of a long time. He leaned his head back and made an incoherent sound of pleasure.

Her lips trailed up, tracing a delicate path along his jawline--the jawline that he suddenly realized he hadn’t bothered to shave in a couple of days. "Ow," she said, in her softly musical voice. "It’s a lot like kissing a cactus."

For the second time in ten minutes, he found himself laughing. It felt damned good to laugh. "Fine," he answered. "I’ll shave tomorrow. Okay?"

"But in the meantime, I have wounded lips. What are you going to do about that?"

He responded instinctively to the teasing tone in her voice. "Sounds like an awfully painful place to apply a Band-aid. What do you want me to do about it?"

"Why don’t you kiss them and make them feel better?"

That, he could do. He lowered his head and found her lips with his. Her mouth was soft and entirely natural. She wore no lipstick, no lipgloss, no artificial enhancements to the beautiful, pink, lush lips that would drive any man crazy. God knew they drove him crazy. He thrust his tongue into her mouth the way he wanted to thrust himself into her body, hard and fast, and he heard her strangled gasp.

His hand slid slowly from her hair, down to where her nipple stood hard and erect against her T-shirt, and he caressed her small breast. "You’re not wearing a bra," he said hoarsely.

"You’re kidding, right?" She flashed a self-deprecating grin. "They don’t even make training bras in my size."

"Don’t say that," he whispered. "They feel beautiful. I bet they are beautiful."

She stepped back and sent him a feline smile. "Want to judge for yourself?"

God, yes, he wanted to see them, to see her, more than anything he’d ever wanted in his lifetime. But he was struggling to get control of himself and the situation, and a striptease wasn’t going to help any. "I really don’t think--"

"Don’t think," she advised him. "It’s not really necessary in a situation like this." Slowly she drew her T-shirt over her head and stood before him.

Her breasts were small, very small, but beautifully wrought and remarkably firm. The kind of breasts that would always be perfect, that would never need a bra to make them shapely, no matter how many children she had. Her nipples were rose-colored and erect, and he ached to draw them into his mouth and to suckle until she cried out, until her knees buckled.

He was so hard he ached, just imagining it.

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