I wasn't the only one frustrated with obstacles. The robe I was wearing was torn to shreds when Derek ripped it off me. His hands slid down my body, teasing, taking, taunting ... until I was crying with need and frustration. His tongue traced delicate circles first around one n****e before he moved to the other, bringing them to hard peaks that throbbed in time with the demands of my body. When he slid two fingers inside me, I cried out at the sensation and ground myself against them.
"Derek, now, please. I can't take it anymore."
His breathing was ragged as he kissed me again, his hands never stopping the relentless rhythm. "Not yet, Kimber. Not yet."
I didn't want to go over this way. I wouldn't do it. I wanted him inside me. I shoved and rolled until I was sprawled on top of him. My
