She started to protest and he laid one long finger over her lips. “No.
Don’t argue with me. I’m many things, but I’m not a liar. If I say something, I mean it.”
She could feel the heat in her cheeks and knew they were burning red.
She looked down at the ground, and he pushed her chin up so she was looking him in the eyes. There was a slight glow to them, and after what he’d told her earlier, she knew what that glow meant. She sucked in a sharp breath. He wanted her.
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He tilted his head slowly toward her, giving her all of the time in the world to stop him, but she didn’t want to. She wanted him to kiss her. All rational thoughts were chased away from her mind by the inferno he caused inside her when he reached for her. His lips touched hers, and he growled a low rumbling sound that turned her knees to mashed potatoes. She parted her lips and met his tongue with her own as it slid into her mouth. He tasted spicy, exotic, and wild.
He tasted of sex and all the forbidden things you shouldn’t want but did anyway. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed close to his hard body, and wasn’t embarrassed even a tiny bit when his erection nudged at her belly. He reached down and cupped the cheeks of her butt, and she actually felt tiny in his big hands.
He kneaded her rear, and she wiggled closer to him. She had a strange urge to climb him, but refrained from doing so. But, oh he was one mountain she wanted to conquer. He nibbled along her jaw and to her neck where he sniffed at her and growled again.
“You smell so good, and you taste even better.” He brought his mouth to her ear. “I long to taste you here.”
He cupped her between the legs, and she thought she’d faint from the heat that rushed through her and settled just under his hand. She cried out when he stroked her through her jeans. He unsnapped the top button and ran his hand under the waistband of the denim and her panties until his finger rested on her clit.
He applied pressure to her and her knees almost buckled when he moved his finger in light circles before dipping lower, lower into her wet heat. She clung to him while he slid into her, and rode his fingers until she was out of her mind with wanting him, and her orgasm nipped at her heels.
Just as she thought she’d tumble over the edge, he dropped to his knees and yanked her jeans down her legs, along with her panties. She gasped and looked down into gray eyes that glowed back at her. Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue flicked out and laved her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut when he put his mouth against her and stabbed his tongue deep. He sucked the small nub once, twice, and she tumbled over into heaven.
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She quivered and shook as he ate at her, and her orgasm plowed through her, wave after wave. She clutched at his shoulders, and he held her upright since her rubbery legs were nearly useless. She cried out over and over with each lick, each nibble, until glorious weakness washed through her.
He pulled her panties up and paused to press a kiss against the fabric just under her belly button. “Hot pink looks real good on you, Janine.”
Her knees weakened more at his compliment, and he helped her get her jeans righted and scooped her up into his arms. He claimed her mouth in another sizzling, lazy, deep kiss, and started back toward the cabin.
“You taste like heaven. I could spend my entire life on my knees in front of you.”
Her toes nearly curled at the thought of him doing just that, and she laid her head against his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He sat her down once they made it inside the cabin and toed the door shut.
He cupped her face between his hands. “I want to make love to you. Will you let me?”
She did want him to, and for this one moment in time, she wanted something for herself. She didn’t want to worry about what she should be doing to make sure she and her sister got by, or what she shouldn’t be doing because she had responsibilities. She didn’t want to think about what he was.
Right now, he was a man, a man that she wanted more than anything.
“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely.
He led her to the bedroom that was at the end of the hall. Thankfully, it had a queen sized bed, which was about all it had room for. He pulled his shirt off, let it fall to the floor and her breath hitched in her throat.
“You are breathtaking.” She reached out and traced along each shoulder down to his pecs and further down across his rock hard abs.
He was amazing, absolutely stunning to look at. His skin was flawless and had a deep, golden tone. His chest was sprinkled in short blonde hairs that matched the hair on his head, and a thicker patch gathered below his navel and ran in a straight line that disappeared under his jeans. She licked her lips and looked up into his glowing eyes.
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He tugged her shirt over her head and groaned. He traced the lacy cup of her bra with his index finger. “Hot pink too,” he murmured. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and she quickly covered herself with her arms. “Don’t.” He smiled and encircled her wrists with his fingers and tugged until she exposed herself to him. He groaned. “Damn.”
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