Okay," she said, breathless. "But just be quick about it. Please."	He looked up from her breasts to her face. "Stamina is usually considered a good thing in a man."	She tried to catch her breath. "It's... uncomfortable. I'm not good at this," she confessed. "I don't like to drag things out.:	His eyebrows slid up a fraction, his voice deepening to a silky smoothness. "Is that so?" And then ever so slowly, ever so carefully, he licked a lazy circle around her nipple.	A small moan escaped her throat, taking her by surprise and embarrassing her.	His lips twitched. Then he licked the nipple itself.	She moaned again, started by the pleasure.	Then he took her nipple into his mouth, sucked hard suddenly, and she felt moisture gather between her legs. When he moved to the other nipple while rubbing the first between his thumb and index fingers, she reached down to run her hands over his back and wide shoulders, over his hot, smooth skin, wanting to touch him as much as wanting to hold him in place.	He looked up. "For someone who's not good at this, you're amazingly responsive.
Dana Marton, Broslin Bride: Gone and Done it
romantic-suspense