She tossed her head in protest, but even when bristling, her neglected breast also ached for his
kisses. Her voice was raw with need. “Don’t you dare even imply that you care,” she said with gritted
teeth, grabbing his head and hauling him to her breast, moaning when he exposed it through the
meager parting of her shirt and laved it with his tongue. “You don’t just wear a BORN FREE tattoo and
get to say this to me,” she cried.
He pulled her into a sitting position, his chest heaving as he ran a fingertip over her trembling
bottom lip, his face harsh and beautiful in its intensity. “We’ve been going against what we want for
over a decade, Monica. Why is nothing ever enough for me, not harder sex, not more women? Why
can’t you be with another man?”
“That’s not true.” She pushed at his hand and edged down the seat away from him. “Go back to your
hussies, Daniel!”
His arms quickly snaked around her and he brought her to his lap, anchoring her down. “Do you
think I’ll be satisfied with someone else now? When I could have had you?” He forced her over his
erection, meaningfully rocking his hips so she would feel him at the very wet and achy entry to her
sex. “You’re like a drug, Monica. I can’t stop now that I’ve tasted you.”
Her face flamed as his cock continued bumping up the cheeks of her buttocks, the unmistakable
energy of lust and need whirling around them, until it was more than a need, more than desire, more
than a fever, until his green eyes were like torches and they had set every inch of her on fire.
The patter of raindrops continued above them, and Monica’s body was shaking, had been shaking
since he’d appeared this morning.
She closed her eyes and took in a long, calming breath, which quickly left her when his hot hands
wrapped around her waist and pulled her tighter against his hard chest. Those hands, their scent, the
uncompromising way they held her, it was like he’d summoned out her desires that first night, like a
genie from a bottle, and now he owned and commanded her.
Her heart sped, her breath quickened, her body tensed with a rush of desire so powerful, she was
helpless to resist its magnetic pull as he tipped her head around to his.
“Take the day off with me.”
He lowered his forehead to hers, breathing intensely. Shuddering, she held her eyes closed, not
wanting to open them, a strange sound of need groaning out of her throat. He made an answering
sound, and for a moment, they breathed on each other, his hands sliding around her, while her own
hands were at his shoulders—wanting to push him away, but not doing anything except clutching him
with severely cramped fingers.
It felt like a lifetime had passed before he moved his head a fraction. She was ready. So ready. Born
ready.
His lips closed over hers, acting like an adrenaline shot straight to her heart. His tongue flashed to
hers, and she trembled with how much she wanted it.
He gathered her closer and into his arms, and she slid her hands over his wet shirt and wrapped
herself all over him, urgent for closeness, for his hands, his touch, his voice explaining to her what she
was feeling. Could he please explain to her what she was feeling?
Sensations swam through her bloodstream as he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it
with a growl of pleasure so deep, it curled her toes.
Her fingers were restless and slid into his hair, silky and thick, and his hands splayed on her back,
sliding to cup and curve around her ass.
“I know what you want, princess. What you need. We’re both too wound up, I should’ve just stayed
over last night and made love to you in the morning. We need this.”
He slid his hands up to cup her face and kissed her nose, then he brushed his lips almost tenderly
across hers. He set a kiss on each corner of her lips. “This. This. This.”
He’d moved center on the lips again, and she opened and pushed her tongue out almost frantically
to his, with her hands grabbing the waistband of his pants and tugging him harder, closer, as his hands
clenched onto her face.
He angled his head and yanked her closer as he devoured her, then he reached to unzip his pants.
She edged sideways so he could pull himself out, and when he did, she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t
think.
Daniel sat there, his cock thrusting outward. So huge. She licked her lips as a painful need tore
through her. She wanted him. The need was almost surreal, gnawing and destroying her. He wasn’t
gentle with her, didn’t treat her like a maiden, she was all hot woman in his arms, and he would never
let her forget it.
“Sit on it,” he said softly.
Her hands trembled as she tremulously pulled up her skirt and removed her panties, aware that he