Abruption by Riley Mackenzie

and rigid abdomen. Clothed, this man was sexy; naked, he was unbelievable. His jeans hung low on his hips, exposing deep V’s and a trickle of light brown hair that took every bit of moisture I had left in my mouth and shot it between my legs.
    “Scoot back,” he demanded.
    Without hesitation, I shimmied up the bed as he kneeled on the edge and crawled after me. His biceps and chest flexed as he held his weight over mine. I felt his eyes penetrating into mine, but I had yet to look back up, consumed with his body.
    “Ready for me, doll?”
    His seductive words turned me on and panicked me all of a sudden. My thoughts were invaded with scrolling questions. I wanted this. My God, I wanted this. I did. But really, was I capable of a casual fling? What exactly did I have to offer? Could this just be hot sex?
    How had I not thought about this?
    Casual was the word that clogged the spinning reel. It wasn’t just Guy, there were children. Children could never be casual.
    “Jules,” left his lips. He was waiting for me. He was asking.
    Aroused and feeling exposed, even though he had no idea what was going through my mind, I finally met his gaze.
    His hooded stare was hungry. For me. Dipping down, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before dragging wet kisses straight to my chest. Pulling my bra down he swirled his tongue over my nipple, teasing and licking until the tiny pearl tightened to an almost painful level. Then he continued the delicious torture on the other side.
    I could do this. Even if it was just this once. I was a grown woman. Grown women had hot, consensual sex at six in the morning without a drop of alcohol. Yep, it was all good.
    I arched into his mouth as his kisses dropped lower, stopping right above my jeans. He popped the button and slid the zipper down.
    “Gorgeous,” he groaned, shimmying my jeans down and tossing my boots to the side. Starting at my arch, he nipped and licked his way up my legs, burying his face in one inner thigh then the other. Then continued his assault up and over my hip bones and across my abs, staying clear of the spot I needed him the most. My breathing quickened and shivers traversed my body, causing my legs to tremble. The anticipation of what was to come had me practically pulling his hair out. He lifted his head and looked up at me with a huge smile. “Patience is a virtue, you know?”
    I released a puff of air and breathed, “Guy,” trying not to sound desperate. But I was writhing on the inside. I was desperate for his touch. He was driving me crazy. Enough that I lifted my hips.
    His playful smile faded into a sexy, determined one when he hooked his fingers inside my thong and inched it down. He sat back and stared. “Jesus, doll.” A blush inflamed my cheeks. I wasn’t ashamed by any means, I was comfortable in my own skin, but I couldn’t remember a time a man had ever taken this much time to lazily peruse my naked body.
    Needing a distraction from his penetrating eyes, I reached for the top of his jeans. He let me pop the button before he rid the remaining layers. His thick erection slid against my thigh, causing my breath to hitch. My hand instinctively reached for him. Soft, yet rock hard. Perfect. I gently squeezed, twirling the wet tip with my thumb.
    “Fuck, Jules.” His reaction surprised me as he pulled back slightly. “You keep doing that and this is gonna be over before it even starts.”
    I bit my bottom lip. I knew the wait was up (thank God). He smashed his ravenous mouth against mine like he wanted to eat me alive.
    Just like animals.
    And I wanted him to.
    He kneaded my breasts, finding my nipples again, circling and tugging them, intensifying the ache in my core. But as starved as he seemed, he had no problem letting his hands explore every inch of my body. Screw patience. I had none. I needed to feel something ... anything ... more.
    When he dragged his fingers through my wetness I was unable to swallow back my moan. I spontaneously curved