Gunn(Bayou Springs Alien Mail Order Brides #2)(13)

 

And he knew it, too. Each time I strained to move, he tightened his grip and further slowed his pace. "I'm going to take my sweet time and prove to you just how well I can control myself."

 

"Gunn. For god's sake, I don't care about that," I said, everything pulsing with the need to release.

 

"I do," he said, his voice so low I barely heard him. He released my hips and brought his hands back up over my head, lacing his fingers between mine. Then he buried himself inside me, holding me there over the desk.

 

I gripped his fingers, needing to hang on to him, and bit my lip to keep from begging.

 

"That's my girl," he whispered and started to move again, torturing me with his slow, hard thrusts.

 

Everything else ceased to exist. All I knew was him. His body bent over mine. His cock inside me. And the fire he stoked that blazed deep in my core. Slow and steady and powerful, he brought me back to life, back to myself and to him. An overwhelming ache of love rushed through me, and as my pleasure heightened, I no longer could distinguish my emotions from his.

 

I pushed myself back against him, taking him deeper still. He let out a low moan, matching mine, and then he shifted slightly, hitting that magic spot. One thrust, two, and on the third, everything tightened. My breath caught, and suddenly I was shattering around him.

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

He held completely still, his lips searing hot kisses down the back of my neck until I went limp beneath him. "Feel better?"

 

I let out a soft chuckle. "Better doesn't cover it."

 

His chest rumbled with silent laughter as he released my hands. Still anchored inside of me, he straightened and ran his hands gently down my back.

 

I practically purred.

 

"No one has curves like you," he said, his fingers trailing over my spine.

 

"And no one knows how to-oh." His free hand found my mound, his thumb gently working that magical bundle of nerves. I sucked in a sharp breath as he instantly brought me back to life.

 

"I wasn't quite finished," he said, rocking his hips again.

 

"Right," I breathed.

 

He chuckled again, then with his thumb still on me, he thrust into me over, and over, and over again, until finally we both cried out, lost in pure ecstasy.

 

 

 

 

 

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Gunn

 

 

 

 

 

Kennedy had nearly killed me. She'd been so hot. So willing. So full of pure lust. I'd turned into the animal she'd been afraid of, and not only did she let me ravage her, she'd all but demanded I do it. And now that she was curled up beside me in her bed, all I wanted to do was hold her close, fall asleep with her in my arms and wake up with her beside me-something I never did.

 

Ever since she'd left town, all of my intimate encounters had ended with me leaving before my date woke the next morning. There was never a question I'd be alone in my own bed when the sun rose. But there was no denying this foreign feeling of contentment consuming me as I held her close. Leaving her wasn't an option.

 

I nuzzled her neck, her faint vanilla scent filling my senses. "Damn, K. You smell like you've been baking cookies."

 

"Is that what we're calling it now?" she asked, sleepily.

 

Running a hand through her thick blond hair, I chuckled. "Sure."

 

She snuggled closer, her round ass pressing up against me, and I responded by wrapping my arms around her, one hand lightly cupping her bare breast. She let out a contented sigh.

 

I smiled, a sense of peace filling me as I drifted off beside her.

 

 

 

The first rays of sunrise woke me from a deep, dreamless sleep. Instinctively, I rolled over, reaching for Kennedy, but all I found was an empty bed. I squinted, scanning the room as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

 

Nothing.

 

The room was still, soundless. All that remained of her were the clothes I'd stripped off her the night before.

 

Dammit. And I'd had big plans of how to start our morning. Scrubbing my hands over my face, I swung my legs over the side of bed, and then disappeared into the adjoining bathroom that led to my own room. Five minutes later, dressed in clean clothes, I made my way downstairs toward the kitchen, in search of my girl.  

 

But she was nowhere in sight. Instead, I found Echo.

 

"Morning," he said, leaning against the sink, drinking a cup of coffee.

 

I grunted and reached for the coffeepot.

 

"What did you do to Kennedy?"

 

"What the hell kind of question is that?" I scowled as I grabbed a stale glazed donut from an almost empty box. "What do you mean 'what did I do?'"