“Good.” She dragged her hand down his chest to his fly, behind which a pronounced bulge already indicated that he was game. “I think it’s time.”
“Yeah?” A wicked smile ruffled his mouth as he leaned into her and put his lips to her ear. “How long has it been since you came so hot, so furious, so
Oh, God. She’d just forgotten it. “Never,” she whispered. “You?”
“I can’t remember,” he murmured huskily, “but ask me in a few minutes and I’ll have an answer.” He tugged her against him and kissed her. His lips were firm but soft as they melded with hers. She opened to him immediately, but he teased her, taking her bottom lip in his teeth in a gentle show of dominance. A shiver of pleasure skated over her skin. He was an explosive combination of playful but aggressive, tender but strong, commanding but caring… and so very, very male.
Reaching up, she cupped his jaw, savoring the feel of his warm skin under her palm as he kissed his way down her neck. He nuzzled her throat, and with a moan, she rocked her head to the side, granting him more access for that talented mouth. One of his hands remained tamely around her waist, holding her against him, but the other slid beneath her shirt. When his fingers came into contact with her bare belly, she hissed in pleasure.
“I love the sounds you make.” His voice was a smoky drawl. “I’m going to wring them from you until you’re out of breath.”
Her heart pounded so hard it hurt, as if it were trying to get to his hand, which was sliding torturously slowly up her rib cage. He nipped her shoulder blade as his fingertips brushed the underside of her breast, creating an electric sizzle that shot from his mouth to his hand. Sensation rippled through her, stealing her thoughts, her breath, the moisture in her mouth.
With another moan, she palmed his thigh, digging her fingers into his hard muscles to steady herself. There was the slightest hitch in his breath at the contact. He eased his hand up to cup her breast, and they both groaned.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was muffled against her shoulder. “I want to feel more of you.”
Oh, yes. If he wanted more, he could have it.
Fifteen
Jillian was a dream come true. Cliche, maybe, but cliches existed for a reason, and Jillian was a prime example. She massaged him through his pants, and he was ready for her in about two seconds flat. Hell, he was always ready for her.
Her fingers teased, and with a nimble flick of her wrist, his fly popped open and his cock was in her hand. He hissed in pleasure and then hissed in surprise when she dropped to her knees and jerked his pants down to mid- thigh. Her hands gripped his legs, which twitched under her warm palms as she massaged her way up.
“You have the most incredible birthmark here.” She pressed her lips to his inner thigh, and he sucked air through clenched teeth. “It looks just like an angel’s wing.” Her tongue smoothed over the surface of the mark, and holy hell, erotic fire shot from her mouth to his cock. Major erogenous zone.
“Can we not talk about angels while we’re—” He broke off with a strangled cry as she took him in her mouth. She stroked him with one hand and gripped his hip with the other, her nails digging into his skin.
“Damn,” he said hoarsely. “You’re serious.”
“Mmm-hmm.” The humming vibration around his shaft nearly had him coming right then and there.
He knew what she was doing, using sex to purge emotions and erase reality for a little while. That was fine with him, especially when her tongue flicked over the sensitive head as she moved her lips up and down, swallowing when he was deep.
Pleasure was a hot wave that crashed over him with every nibble, suck, and swipe of Jillian’s tongue on his cock. Needing to touch her, he drove his hands into her lush hair and watched as his shaft disappeared into her eager mouth.
“Ah… damn,” he whispered. “Holy…
Man, she was good at this. Too good, and he wasn’t going to last another ten seconds.
Harnessing his libido—barely—he hauled Jillian to her feet, ripped open her jeans, and jerked them down to where they tangled around her boots. He didn’t need her completely free to move around. Sometimes, a little bondage was a good thing.
He straightened, let out a low growl when he reached the apex of her thighs, and gave her a deep, slow lick on the way up. Her eyes darkened, her pupils swallowing the smoldering green of her irises, and her lip twitched in a naughty smile.
He spun her, catching her around the waist so his shaft was cradled by the soft seam of her ass, and held her that way as he kissed and nipped her ear and neck. She pushed back against him, but no, this was his show. She’d started it, but he’d finish it.
“Not giving you what you want yet, my girl,” he said roughly, and then he pushed her forward and bent her over the saddle draped on a nearby sawhorse.
He went down on his heels behind her and used his thumbs to spread her succulent flesh. The tangle of her jeans around her ankles kept access to a minimum, but that was ideal for teasing.
And Reseph
Her breathing became ragged when he flicked his tongue around the rim of her opening. She tasted like a sparkling mineral spring and her own rich essence, and he was definitely going to drink his fill later.
She wiggled her ass, her impatience becoming clear, the greedy minx. He appreciated how demanding she was, how absolutely uninhibited. He gave her what she wanted, pushing inside her and thrusting, fucking her core with his tongue.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh… yes.”
Her climax was coming, but he denied her, instead slowing things down, giving her several slow, shallow licks before diving deep again, licking and sucking and pumping until she cried out in release. He didn’t bring her down slowly the way he usually did. Instead, he surged to his feet, dug into his pocket for a condom, and sheathed himself.
“Aren’t you the Boy Scout,” she rasped.
“I want to be ready to take you anytime, anywhere,” he said on a shallow breath, and entered her in one smooth thrust.
The jeans around her ankles didn’t allow for deep penetration, but this position delivered different sensations, more skin on skin and a tighter fit. He pounded into her, his hips pistoning back and forth in an unrelenting rhythm.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes.” She moaned, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. She was still trying to take control. Not happening.
He pulled out, and she whined in disappointment. Dropping to his heels again, he ripped off one of her boots and jerked her foot out of the jeans. He gave her another lick between the legs on the way back up, and then he lifted her onto the saddle draped over the sawhorse, forcing her to straddle it backward. The saddle, which she’d had specially made to allow for easy mounting and dismounting while Sam was hauling farm supplies, featured an almost nonexistent cantle and pommel, which would prove handy for what Reseph had planned.
“What are you doing?” She watched him with curiosity, her gaze heavy-lidded and smoky.
He didn’t respond. Roughly, he straddled the sawhorse, keeping his feet planted firmly on the floor as he gripped Jillian’s knees and forced them up so she had no leverage and was leaning back against the saddle’s shallow pommel. Moving forward, he entered her again. She gripped his shoulders and squeezed his waist between her knees as he drove into her. The position was awkward and unsteady, forcing him to lean forward and take shallow thrusts, but he relished the unique sensation, and if her soft cries were any indication, she was loving it, too.
Pleasure washed over him, euphoria that inflamed his entire body. He didn’t last, and the moment she cried
