Trapped by Lori Foster

Author:Lori Foster [Foster, Lori]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-03-06T05:00:00+00:00

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CHAPTER FOUR

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Rosee felt his mouth on her throat, open, damp, hot. One big hand rested on her ribs, just beneath her right breast. He laid half-atop her, heat pouring off him, and he wanted her.

She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the moment. She loved him so much she hurt with it, and now finally she could tell him.

His long rough fingers slid gently over and around her breast, teasing, making her skin prickle, before he cupped her fully. She could feel his hot breath against her shoulder, near her ear, disturbing the fine hairs at her nape. His breathing was rough, uneven, sounding so sexy, so male. He continued to place openmouthed kisses here and there, until Rosie couldn’t catch and hold a thought.

She was already squirming, unable to stay still, when his thumb brushed over her stiffened nipple once then returned again and again. The effect was startling, wonderful. Her heart raced and everything she felt intensified to an acute ache.

Rosie looked at him, and all she could think was that this was Ethan, finally. He was hers. “Ethan…”

He groaned, lowered his head and took her nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.

An overwhelming wave of sensation made her thighs stiffen, her toes curl. “Oh, Ethan…”

She arched hard, but Ethan held her steady. “Look at you,” he murmured, and his breath drifted over her wet nipple. “So pink and soft. So sweet.”

He switched to the other breast and Rosie thought it was almost too much. She’d wanted this, wanted him, for as long as she could remember.

“Take your shirt off, too, Ethan. Please.” She barely recognized her own voice, but Ethan understood. He came up to his knees, straddling her hips, and yanked his shirt up and over his head. He started to return to her breasts but she flattened her hands on his shoulders and held him back.

“Let me touch you,” she whispered with wonder. She’d seen Ethan without his shirt before. They’d played softball, gone swimming, and he’d helped her move in. Each time he’d pulled off his shirt, as most of the guys had. It had been so hard not to stare, not to let her love for him show through. All of them were impressive, but they all weren’t Ethan.

Now he was here, with her, and she intended to get her fill.

Slowly, savoring the moment, she smoothed her palms over him. He felt perfect to her, hard and sleek and hot, with soft, crisp hair lightly scattered from pectoral to pectoral. His body hair was shades darker than his blond head, a rich brown, matching his brows and lashes. A very sexy line of silky hair teased down the middle of his abdomen and disappeared into his low-riding jeans. Awed, Rosie shoved him onto his back.

He smiled up at her, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You are so pushy, Rosie.”

This time she straddled his hips—and he shut up as she settled atop his erection. “I can feel you beneath me.

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