mouth. Her lips were wide and full and when he kissed her, he felt consumed by her. His blood flowed heavier in his veins and his cock hardened against the front of his pants.
She rested her head against his chest right over his heart and he ran his hands up and down her back, wondering briefly if he should slow this down. Was it too soon for Daphne to be intimate with him? But then she tipped her head up and twined her arms around his neck, drawing his mouth back to hers.
She arched her back and he felt the brush of her breasts against his chest. The skimpy running top she wore was little barrier between them. He loved the feel of her body against his.
He traced his forefinger over the neckline, feeling the residue of sweat on her skin. She was so earthy and sensual. He had sensed there was more to Daphne than the woman she presented to the world.
And having her in his arms showed him that he had been right. Every touch of her mouth against his, his hands against her body, and her breasts against his chest just inflamed him more.
He pulled her top up and felt the bare skin of her back. She was so delicately built. He stroked his finger down the line of her spine. She arched against him again as he again drew his fingernail down her spine. She shivered and pulled her mouth from his. “That feels…”
“Good?” he asked, speaking into her ear.
“Ooh, yes!” she said.
She reached for the hem of his T-shirt and drew it up over his body. He pulled back from her so she didn’t discover the gun he had tucked into his jeans at the small of his back. He pulled her hands around to his front so that she could touch his chest.
Then he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor next to them. She wore a plain white bra underneath her T-shirt. There was a ring of sweat around her nipples, and for some reason seeing that mark made him groan.
He unclasped her bra and drew it down her arms, exposing her breasts to his gaze. He leaned down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped as his lips closed around her flesh.
She tasted of sweat and woman. The scents of her, the tastes of her were intoxicating and went straight to his head.
He cupped her other breast in his hand, rotating his palm over her skin, stimulating the nipple. He felt her hands on his shoulders and then in his hair. He liked the feel of her clutching at him. Felt the rise of her passion as she held him more tightly.
Daphne loved the feel of his stubbled jaw against her skin. She’d never felt so alive. For the first time she was making love to a man and not thinking about errands that had to be run or chores that still needed doing. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that her life wasn’t just routine anymore or if it was this man.
His touch was electric and for the first time in ages she felt truly alive, not like she’d become zombie mom and woman. So disconnected from being alive until this moment when Laz kissed her.
His lips on her breasts made her feel voluptuous though she wasn’t near that. Every inch of skin was sensitized and she couldn’t help moving against him. She wanted to feel his naked chest against hers. She wanted his large hands skimming over her body.
She put her hands on his back, hating the T-shirt that was in her way; she tunneled her fingers under the cloth to touch his bare skin.
She felt rippled flesh on his back—scarring—and she wondered what it was from. Her experienced fingers were telling her it was a burn mark. She wanted to ask him more questions about it but right now all she could think about was the pulsing ache in her center and how good his mouth felt on her nipple.
He pulled back to look at her. His eyes were glazed over with desire and his mouth looked full and so damned tempting. She leaned up to kiss him and he bent to take her mouth. She tipped her head back as he plundered it. She felt completely conquered by him and enjoyed every second of it.
The tepid air in the room stimulated her breasts as the moisture from his mouth dried on her. She closed her eyes because the feelings were too intense. She shouldn’t be feeling like this, not with a man who was for all intents and purposes a stranger, yet he was exactly the man she needed.
Laz felt familiar enough that she was comfortable with his arms around her. His hands slid down her back and into the waistband of her running shorts. She felt his fingers sprawled on the full globes of her ass.
“Damn, Daphne, why did you have to come into my life now?”
She shook her head. “Do you want me to leave?”
“Hell, no,” he said. “I want you naked.”
The sounds of crewmen on deck outside reached the first-aid room and she felt scandalized at what she was doing. Not enough to stop, though.
“I want you naked too,” she said.
“Not yet.”
He traced his finger over her lips. The touch made them tingle and she wasn’t sure what else she could do except suck the tip of his finger into her mouth and run her tongue around it.
He groaned her name and that was exactly what she needed to hear to know she wasn’t alone in a one-sided passion. Despite the fact that she was the topless one, Laz was just as vulnerable as her.
His desire for her was a powerful aphrodisiac. She pulled his finger from her mouth and put it in his own, then traced circles around both of her nipples with his damp finger. She shivered. She’d never wanted a man more than she wanted him.
She needed to touch him and reached for his shirt again. But he shook his head.
“Put your hands behind you and lean back,” he said.
She shook her head but he leaned down and took her mouth with his. Rubbing his lips over hers until she forgot why she hadn’t wanted to give in to him.
The passion he called forth so effortlessly in her was drawing her down a path that promised pleasure. He took her wrists in his hands and brought them together behind her back. Placing her palms on the flat surface of the desk, he then skimmed his hands up her arms to her shoulders.
Every touch of his big rough palms on her skin made her squirm. She ached in her center. She was creamy and pulsing and needed his cock inside her and she needed it now.
This was nothing at all like the polite couplings she’d had in the past. This was full-on lust and passion and it was overwhelming her, especially when Laz put his hand between her legs and rotated his palm against her mound. She clamped her legs on his hand but he still managed to move it.
His other hand was on her breast, pinching her nipple and driving her out of her mind. “Laz…”
He leaned down and took her mouth. His tongue slid over hers, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before biting it. She felt so vulnerable with her hands behind her back but she couldn’t move. He had leaned over her and she had to use her own arms to keep from falling back on the desk.
Finally he wrapped one arm around her and she lifted herself into his chest. He felt…so damned good, she thought. He stepped closer until she felt his cock at the center of her aching pussy. She rotated her hips against him.
It had been so long since she’d had an
