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Then his other hand gripped mine, lacing our fingers. Big, rough, perfect. He held me together as his lazy licks became focused.

He wedged me open until there was nothing but his mouth fused to my clit as he sucked. The sounds. They couldn’t be from me. The wetness, the nonsensical words—I wanted to roll away from it all. I needed to curl into a ball.

Tighter.

Smaller.

God, I couldn’t take it.

He drank me down.

He demanded all of me. One hand branded me with his grip, the other held me safe.

I held on. He sucked my clit until there was nothing left of me. As if he was going to pull me inside of him, steal my essence. Pain frayed the edges, then he released my clit and I lost control of the scream. He rose, twisting his fingers for a new angle. Circling, pulsing, filling me. Two fingers, more—I didn’t know.

All I knew was that I was coming apart. My skin was too tight. He jerked my dress aside and clamped his lips over my nipple. Lost to the deluge of pleasure, even his breath against my skin was too much. I arched up, restless with the insanity crawling under my skin.

He dragged me down until we were splayed out on the blanket, my dress pushed up to my waist. His other hand never breaking the link. Only adjusting so he pinned my fingers to the blanket, holding me where he wanted me. Showing me the definition of bliss until I was sure my bones would break from it.

But his hand never stopped. Plunging fingers and his thumb—God, that magical thumb strummed my clit. His eyes lost to the darkness, save for a glitter of light catching them enough to know he was staring down at me.

Then his mouth moved to mine and swallowed the screams I didn’t know were rolling out of me. His, mine, ours—didn’t matter. There was a supernova trapped inside of me with no way out.

Something had to break.

Like glass splintering during a crash it webbed out and finally exploded under the pressure. His kiss sweetened, and his arms curled around me. Everything I thought I knew about him dissolved under his sweet touch.

A truck and a secret orgasm was going to be the thing that resonated. Not candles and soft words. A rough touch, and a cocky smile bracketed with a dimple and laughter. Why did it have to be this guy who woke me up?

He dragged his mouth down my chin and throat to the space between my neck and shoulder. He held me, breathing hard against my skin before he sat back on his feet. He dragged me up onto his thighs, wrapping my legs around him. One-handed, he shifted me and dug his fingers into my ass until I could feel every inch of him.

God, he was so hard.

His other hand twisted into my hair to hold me upright. My head was heavy with the aftermath of the kind of orgasms that songs were written about. I looped my arms around his shoulders. If I held on, maybe I wouldn’t fly apart.

The darkness was speared by thin shafts of light with sparkly edges. Everything else faded away into the little swirls of pleasure echoing through me.

He nibbled his way to my ear.

“One.”





13





Hunter





I wasn’t a man that had trouble going down on a woman. In fact, it was one of life’s few pleasures as far as I was concerned. Every woman reacted differently. I expected that it would take a bit to relax the crazy control Kenny had on her libido—to slowly open her up and show her what it was like to let go.

I was so wrong.

Well, not about the relaxing—that had taken some work—but letting go had been a fight. One that I wanted to experience again. I was hard as a steel girder, and I wanted to dive back between her thighs and watch her break again.

I was willing to chance a bald spot—anything to have her wrapped around my neck again.

Fuck.

How the hell was I going to survive her squeezing around my cock?

Her heat was bleeding through my jeans. Her scent tattooed on me as indelibly as the ink on my arms. I’d known it would be incredible, but just a taste had me reeling.

I ground her against my jeans, and her body draped over me. Slumberous eyes met mine as I undulated my hips against her, hungry to watch her go over again.

“Are they gone?” she asked.

“Does it matter?” I filled my hands with her ass. The rhythm was inescapable as she met my gaze.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Again? I…”

I groaned as my cock fit itself against her cleft. I wanted inside of her. What man wouldn’t? But watching her go blind was even more addicting. “Too rough?”

She blew out a ragged breath as she shuttled down the bulge in my jeans. “I can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed a button-fly more in my life.”

I laughed. “Buttoned for her pleasure? That’s new.”

She hiccupped out a groan. “I shouldn’t…”

I nosed aside her dress to find her nipple again. “You should. You should come all over me daily.”