Miss Fortune

Chapter Eighteen

They were barely inside the door when Thorin pressed Alex firmly against it. She melted against him, draping her arms about his neck as her lips teased his. He caught the bottom of her cranberry colored tank top to tug it up, breaking their kiss long enough to whisk it over her head. Then she was back, her fingers dancing lightly along the back of his neck, up into his hair, and he had to fight the urge to sigh as pleasure zinged through him. Christ, she felt so good against him, like she was made for him and him alone and he wanted to savor ever single moment of being with her.

He let the tank top hit the floor at their feet, let his hands skim up along the slope of her waist, to the scalloped lace overlaying her bra. The fabric was stiff against his fingers, but then they swept along soft warm skin and she sighed into his mouth, her tongue gliding along his to fire his blood further.

Her head fell back as he kissed down over her chin, along her neck, his hands carding along her sides once more, slipping around to her back, along warm skin over firm muscle. Her fingers slid into his hair, twisted and held on as he reached for and pinched the hooks on her bra to release them.

He kissed down along her collarbone, sweeping her lavender bra from her as he did, and let it fall atop the tank top. Her breasts were firm and soft, fitting perfectly in his hands and he smiled at the soft sigh dusting Alex's lips as he slid his thumbs about her nipples. They beaded beneath his touch, her fingers twisted tighter in his hair, and he traced along the inner curve of her right breast, moving his hand to replace it with his lips.

"Thorin..." His name came as a breathless whisper, firing his blood and his lust at the same time. He traced a circle about that firm little bead with the tip of his tongue, pulled at it gently, nipped it even more gently. And with each pass, her back bowed, her grip on him tightened.

He released her nipple to straighten up, to tower over her, and he smiled as she gripped the bottom of his tee shirt to shove it up over his chest. He grabbed it by the back of the neck to tug it completely off, and then bent to seize her lips again. This time, he wrapped his arms about her waist and lifted her easily. And it really was easily, as she was so tiny, she weighed almost nothing to him. Her legs folded about his waist and as they came into contact, it was his turn to sigh. He arched toward her, his hardness meeting her to make each moan softly into the other's mouth. Her heat met his, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and he was fairly sure he'd go up in flames if he didn't get her into his bedroom, into his bed, as soon as possible.

He got as far as the sofa, where he sank into it, wrapping his arms about her to pull her hard against him. Her hands curved against his face, her thumbs swept along his beard, along his cheeks, and then she kissed down over his chin, down along his neck. He couldn't hold back his low moan of appreciation as she trailed her lips along his chest, flicked her tongue against first one nipple, then the other. Fire burned through him, the desperate fire of lust, of need. He ached for her as if this was their first time together, and he couldn't hold back his shiver as she kissed her way down along his stomach, then eased from his lap to sink to her knees between his spread legs.

Her fingers brushed his skin as she tugged on his belt and when she looked up, the desire in her green eyes stole the thoughts from his mind and the breath from his lungs. His heart raced, hammered against his ribs when his belt buckle rattled and she popped the button on his jeans, tugged down the zipper.

"Alex..." He couldn't help his airy sigh as she traced lightly along the ridge of his erection. Her gentle touch, combined with the soft cotton of his briefs, created a heated sensation that sparked its way through his entire body.

Her lips swept along his stomach, down over one hip.

She freed him from the briefs.

Holy shi—