matter if it was fast or if Taber drew it out nice and slow.
The difference she now experienced was because of the man himself. And she let
herself go, trusting that Taber would lead her to where she needed to be.
* * * *
Serefina stirred and slowly opened her
eyes. Everything was sore. Turning her wrist, she activated the light on her
watch and saw it was barely after six. They’d made love most of the night, on
the bed, the floor, and even against the dresser. She was sore. Taber’s strong
arm hooked around her waist, anchored them together. With reluctance, she began
to slide out. He tightened his hold and shifted behind her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he
asked with a rasp.
“It’s after six.”
His breath warmed her ear and she
squealed when he spun her around quickly and kissed her. He stabbed deep into
her mouth and coaxed her tongue out to play. Her pussy grew wet all over again.
“I’ll ask again,” he drawled, breaking
off the kiss. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Do you really plan on staying here all
day?”
He leaned closer and brushed his
stubble along her bare shoulder. “Without a doubt. Haven’t you heard that song
by James Otto?”
“Who’s that?”
“Country singer, angel.”
“Nope. I never listened to country
until you put it on in my house.”
He tsked. “Well, he has a song titled ‘Just
Got Started Lovin’ You’.”
The very idea sounded appealing. “Sing
it,” she said.
And he did. His deep voice tugged at
every nerve and synapse within her. Good
Lord, I think I’m beginning to realise why people listen to country.
She melted when the words began to sink
in. He spoke of how loving her was going to take forever and how he’d just
gotten started. That there was no point in fighting what they felt for they’d
never win that battle. How they should stop all the resisting and give in. He
knew she didn’t want to leave so come back and let him hold her for he just got
started loving her.
There was more but it fell on deaf
ears. Taber rolled her over and slid home in a single stroke.
“I…I think I like this James Otto,” she
said, panting as he moved within her.
He stopped and scowled down at her. The
early morning light allowed her a peek at his face. “Angel, mentioning another
man’s name when I’m sunk deep within you, not what I want to hear.”
“Serefina,” she whispered, craving the
sound of her name on his lips.
“What?”
“You always call me angel. Call me
Serefina.”
His expression softened. He slipped his
shaft within her then he lowered his mouth to hers. “Serefina LeBenoit, there
is no place in the world I would rather be than where I am right at this
moment.” A tender kiss. “And he was right about one thing, I did just get
started lovin’ you. My angel, Serefina.”
He engulfed her and she surrendered,
eager for his touch. Taber moved them from the bed to the floor. On her hands
and knees, she moaned when he entered her from behind and thrust hard. His
large hands grabbed the sides of her hips, digging into the flesh. The floor
and the worn carpet offered no give and she screamed in pleasure as he worked
her up into orgasm after orgasm. It was past noon before they surrendered to
the exhaustion hunting them. This time when she woke she was alone in the room.
With slow movements, she sat up,
keeping the white sheet over her. Taber was nowhere in sight so she got to her
feet and took a quick shower. He had returned when she stepped from the
bathroom. Her skin burned from the heat his gaze poured into her.
She bit her lower lip and smiled.
“What?”
He flashed a sexy grin. “I’m thinkin’
things that would keep us from leaving yet another day.”
“We need to get going.” Not that she
wanted to but they had a fugitive to apprehend.
With a smooth push, he got to his feet
and prowled towards her. Her insides turned to jelly and she fought down the
waves of desire for him. Each second she spent
The difference she now experienced was because of the man himself. And she let
herself go, trusting that Taber would lead her to where she needed to be.
* * * *
Serefina stirred and slowly opened her
eyes. Everything was sore. Turning her wrist, she activated the light on her
watch and saw it was barely after six. They’d made love most of the night, on
the bed, the floor, and even against the dresser. She was sore. Taber’s strong
arm hooked around her waist, anchored them together. With reluctance, she began
to slide out. He tightened his hold and shifted behind her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he
asked with a rasp.
“It’s after six.”
His breath warmed her ear and she
squealed when he spun her around quickly and kissed her. He stabbed deep into
her mouth and coaxed her tongue out to play. Her pussy grew wet all over again.
“I’ll ask again,” he drawled, breaking
off the kiss. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Do you really plan on staying here all
day?”
He leaned closer and brushed his
stubble along her bare shoulder. “Without a doubt. Haven’t you heard that song
by James Otto?”
“Who’s that?”
“Country singer, angel.”
“Nope. I never listened to country
until you put it on in my house.”
He tsked. “Well, he has a song titled ‘Just
Got Started Lovin’ You’.”
The very idea sounded appealing. “Sing
it,” she said.
And he did. His deep voice tugged at
every nerve and synapse within her. Good
Lord, I think I’m beginning to realise why people listen to country.
She melted when the words began to sink
in. He spoke of how loving her was going to take forever and how he’d just
gotten started. That there was no point in fighting what they felt for they’d
never win that battle. How they should stop all the resisting and give in. He
knew she didn’t want to leave so come back and let him hold her for he just got
started loving her.
There was more but it fell on deaf
ears. Taber rolled her over and slid home in a single stroke.
“I…I think I like this James Otto,” she
said, panting as he moved within her.
He stopped and scowled down at her. The
early morning light allowed her a peek at his face. “Angel, mentioning another
man’s name when I’m sunk deep within you, not what I want to hear.”
“Serefina,” she whispered, craving the
sound of her name on his lips.
“What?”
“You always call me angel. Call me
Serefina.”
His expression softened. He slipped his
shaft within her then he lowered his mouth to hers. “Serefina LeBenoit, there
is no place in the world I would rather be than where I am right at this
moment.” A tender kiss. “And he was right about one thing, I did just get
started lovin’ you. My angel, Serefina.”
He engulfed her and she surrendered,
eager for his touch. Taber moved them from the bed to the floor. On her hands
and knees, she moaned when he entered her from behind and thrust hard. His
large hands grabbed the sides of her hips, digging into the flesh. The floor
and the worn carpet offered no give and she screamed in pleasure as he worked
her up into orgasm after orgasm. It was past noon before they surrendered to
the exhaustion hunting them. This time when she woke she was alone in the room.
With slow movements, she sat up,
keeping the white sheet over her. Taber was nowhere in sight so she got to her
feet and took a quick shower. He had returned when she stepped from the
bathroom. Her skin burned from the heat his gaze poured into her.
She bit her lower lip and smiled.
“What?”
He flashed a sexy grin. “I’m thinkin’
things that would keep us from leaving yet another day.”
“We need to get going.” Not that she
wanted to but they had a fugitive to apprehend.
With a smooth push, he got to his feet
and prowled towards her. Her insides turned to jelly and she fought down the
waves of desire for him. Each second she spent
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