Love at First Light
Lost Harbor, Alaska ~ Book 6
R-rated excerpt
“Logically speaking, we shouldn’t be attracted to each other,” Jessica pointed out. “If we went only by logic, we wouldn’t go one step further.”
“Ah ha.” He wound a lock of her hair around his index finger and tugged lightly. Tingles spread from her scalp right to the intimate place between her legs. “So you do rely on logic sometimes. That’s why you said no to us. Maybe you should have checked with your crystal. Maybe your intuition speaks more than one language. Attraction, for instance.”
How dare he use her own beliefs against her like this? And why was he making so much sense? “Some things are just obvious,” she said. “I didn’t have to consult my crystal to know we shouldn’t have sex. Oooh, do that again.” She arched her chest as the sensations from her scalp made her nipples zing with arousal.
“The word ‘sex’ covers a lot of territory,” he murmured. His lips brushed her ear. Lord almighty that felt good. “Would you consider this ‘sex’?” With his teeth he tugged lightly on her earlobe. With one hand still playing with her hair, he used the other to squeeze her upper thigh. Verrrry close to the spot that was throbbing underneath her clothes.
“No,” she managed. “Not sex.”
“How about this?” He ran his strong hand up and down her thigh, from her knee to the juncture with her hip. At the same time, he set the flat of his tongue against the sensitive skin just behind the point of her jaw.
She bit back a moan. “Not quite.”
“All right then. Good to know I’m safely in the no-sex zone.” As he spoke, he pressed kisses along the flesh of her neck, all the way to her collarbone. He pushed aside the fabric of her jacket to bare her shoulder and continue his kissing. When the jacket got in his way, he moved his other hand to her zipper and slowly slid it down. Not all the way, just enough to expose her shoulder. In the process, he brushed against the tip of her breast. Intentional or not, that brief touch sizzled across her nerve endings.
She shifted restlessly against him. If this was the no-sex zone, it was both amazing and maddening at the same time. She pressed her butt back, searching for that press of flesh. Yup, there it was. Even bigger now, more prominent. More tempting.
She shifted forward to give herself some space and slid her hand behind her back to touch his bulge.
He hissed a breath through his teeth. “Hey now.”
“That’s not sex, is it? I’m not even touching your penis.”
The organ in question jumped as she mentioned it.
“That’s true.” He spoke in a strangled voice. “Sort of. Ahhh.” A groan as she pressed the heel of her hand against him. “Fuck, Jessica. We’re in the middle of the woods and—gr-ah-mmm-hmm.” His words collapsed into an inarticulate mumble as she continued to caress him.
The satisfaction of seeing him so affected was practically orgasmic in and of itself. She felt quite proud of herself for finding a way to get all his so-called logic out of his head.
Until he turned the tables on her and snuck his hand between her legs. With her own arousal already in a state of high tension, she had no defense against that touch. She let out a whimper as her legs fell open. Still completely clothed, of course.
Still not sex.
Just mind-melting, pleasure-center-exploding, nerve-tingling mutual stimulation. That was all.
She certainly didn’t need to ask her crystal about that, and she had no intention of checking in with her own better judgment. Screw that. If she followed that bitch, she wouldn’t be experiencing this exquisitely delicious moment with the wildly intriguing Ethan James.
She tilted her pelvis to get more contact with his hand. Even through her clothes, she felt its strength and skill. No messing around searching for the right spot. He clamped his hand right where it felt best—or close, anyway. She ground her groin against it to guide him to the exact location where her craving was centered. He adjusted immediately, which was a hundred times better than guessing right the first time.
Ethan was an investigator, after all, someone who believed in exploring possibilities. He sure was a good explorer, judging by the way he fingered her mound through her clothes—stroking, testing, adjusting.
His mouth came back to her neck. The way he licked and suckled had her twisting against him. Her nipples tingled even though his flesh wasn’t even touching hers. It was like some kind of secondhand arousal stoked by his lips on her neck, his hand between her legs.
Then it all stopped. She was left on the edge of a precipice, gasping for air. He put his hand over her mouth and whispered, “Shh. I hear something.”
She went still and held her breath. A few endless moments later, quiet footfalls sounded on the trail. Neither of them moved a muscle as the slow, deliberate footsteps passed by the tree they were hiding under.
Someone was walking right past them.
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