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Note: Nicole Austin’s Books are intended for those readers 18 years old or older.
Jamie was more addictive than a drug racing through her blood, taking over control of her mind and body, altering her behavior. Rachel lost all sense of time, place and modesty. She didn’t care if Christine and Gray saw them. The only thing that mattered was getting her Jamie fix.
Her hands went on a sensual journey learning hard, muscular planes and angles. She slid her hands beneath his jacket and traced the line of his collarbones, caressed solid pecs and teased flat nipples before sliding down the ripples of his washboard abdomen. When she touched the cold metal of his belt buckle, Rachel changed direction, rimmed his waistband then climbed the ladder of his spine.
They devoured each other with lips, teeth and tongues. Jamie’s heady, masculine flavor permeated her senses. His tongue tasted and devoured everything she offered while demanding more. The overwhelming desire to get him naked, to have nothing between them, feel skin pressed to skin made her want to rip his shirt to shreds.
She was a different person in his arms—aggressive, daring and insatiable. He set free the latent wanton she normally held in check, keeping strictly to her prim-and-proper teacher role.
If this was going to be the one time in her life Rachel cut loose, she was going to do so with gusto. How many opportunities would she ever have to let the wild thing inside her have free reign?
Certainly none back home. And coming to Vegas wasn’t going to happen again anytime soon. She intended to enjoy every remaining second of her trip, make enough memories to last a lifetime.
Breaking the kiss, she struggled to get enough air into her lungs. Glancing over at her friends, she saw Christine and Gray were getting busy too. It appeared the honeymoon was in full swing already.
The ding of the bell indicating they’d reached their floor barely penetrated the lust encompassing them. The doors slid open, but neither couple was willing to let go yet. Before the doors had even slid shut again, Jamie’s lips were sealed to hers, his tongue thrust deep into her mouth—teasing, taunting and igniting a voracious fire in her blood.
His kiss was aggressive, devouring, consuming. Perfect!
Letting her hands cup the solid cheeks of his ass, she reveled in the clench of firm muscles as he pressed even closer against her. The hard ridge of his erection ground into her clit creating an electric hum, which spread through her abdomen and into her swollen breasts.
She dug her fingers into the flesh of his ass and sucked on his tongue. One leg rose to wrap around his hip without her even realizing it until Jamie lifted her, thrusting his cock against the most wonderful spot. If only there wasn’t so much blasted material separating them.
Every muscle clenched as fiery jolts of pleasure careened through her body. She’d never been so out of control, lost in an agonizing state of need. If she didn’t get him naked and get Jamie’s huge shaft inside her needy cunt within the next few minutes, she may not survive.
Neither one of them realized the elevator doors had opened again until they heard someone mutter, “Get a room.”
Embarrassment heated her cheeks. Rachel was glad her dark skin didn’t blush very much. She and Jamie slowly drew apart and stumbled down the hall, groping at each other as they made their way toward his room. The other pair was right behind them.
“No way am I going to make it up to the honeymoon suite,” Gray said. “I hope you two aren’t shy and don’t mind company.”
Rachel wanted to object, send the other couple on their way, but she couldn’t. The titillating idea of the four of them all fucking in the same room melted her mental processes.
When in Vegas…
Jamie fumbled with the keycard for several minutes, refusing to break the heated contact of their mouths to get the door opened. They all crashed into the room, pulling at clothing and leaving a haphazard trail to the bed.
Although he looked gorgeous in his tux, the man wore way too many clothes. Rachel wanted her hands on his chest, not to be fighting with layers of material. Under the jacket lay a vest, tie and shirt to deal with before she would reach her goal. The confusing man jewelry—cufflinks and studs—brought back the wild urge to tear his clothes to shreds.
By the time she had him stripped down to his white shirt, her patience was a thing of the past. Fisting her hands in the soft material, she pulled hard, sending buttons flying all around them.
The bold, aggressive action seemed to heat him up even more. In record time, Jamie had the top of her dress unfastened, pooling around her waist, and her breasts cupped in his warm hands.