I am after dinner.” He winked then strode past her to the kitchen.
She followed. “It smells wonderful.”
“Sorry I’m late. The restaurant was incredibly busy.”
“No worries. I was a bit delayed myself.” In truth, she hadn’t arrived home until five thirty. By the time she showered and changed, she’d only had a half hour to spare.
“I need another kiss.” He drew her near then steered her to the kitchen counter, pressing her back against it. Memories of lust, heat, and pure desire from when she’d been against the tree at the lake flooded her.
The first contact had her forgetting about whether he truly liked her. Passion poured out of him like water from a sieve. She needed to enjoy the moment, and questioning their future would only lead to disappointment.
She dragged her hands up his back and tugged him closer.
Burke glanced down at her. “It’s your call. Eat or make love?”
Her stomach needed food, but her hormonal brain answered. “Take me.”
He laughed. “You are something else.”
As if there was a fire, they tore off each other’s clothes. When he’d stripped her down to her bra and panties, he stilled, and then whistled. “Holy fuck, you look hot. I almost hate to take them off.”
“Their purpose was merely to entice you.”
He grinned. “They succeeded, totally and completely, but give me a second to devour this image.”
She posed for him then bent over to suck on his cock.
Burke immediately lifted her up. “He’s about to go off, girl. The bear in me has been biding his time way too long, so I hope you’re rested because we’re in for a wild ride.”
She smiled and ran a hand down his amazing abs. “Do you talk like that to all your women?”
“I’ve only had one real woman—you.”
He was so full of shit, but she ate it up. “We’ll play it your way.” Tasha twisted around, grabbed onto the counter edge, and wiggled her hips. “Ready when you are.”
“Who is this sassy woman? I thought librarians were supposed to be reserved and cultured.”
She looked back over her shoulder and laughed. Deep inside, she’d wondered the same thing. “It’s all your fault. You get my bear all riled up. Now touch me.” Her blood was boiling and nothing was going to satisfy the driving urges inside her except for Burke’s cock.
He flipped her back around. “I have to taste you first.” He slipped off her panties, retrieved a dishtowel, and then carefully placed it on the counter. “Hop on up.” With seemingly little effort, Burke helped her. “Let the pleasure begin.”
He eased her onto her back, bent her knees, and slid her feet onto the counter’s surface. As much as she loved his cock, his tongue could do wonders to bring her to new heights. Rubbing his palms in slow circles across her thighs, he moved nearer to the apex, his fingers ever so close to where she wanted him. She scooted closer, her juices flowing just from the anticipation of what was to come.
“You seem a bit tense,” he said.
She nudged him with her foot. “I thought you needed me. Tormenting me won’t get you anywhere.”
He raised a brow. “Oh, I don’t know. Desperate women do desperate things.”
“Like what?” She’d already ripped off his clothes.
“Not saying.”
That was because he had nothing. She wasn’t able to give his comment any more thought because he dipped two fingers into her pussy, and bolts of electricity shocked her. She pressed on her feet to lift her hips, as she always seemed to be in a state of neediness when she was around him.
“Missing me?” he asked.
“Bastard. I’m not missing you. It’s the damn animal in me that is making me so easy.”
“Give me some credit.”
He deserved all the credit but telling him would make him insufferable. The men she’d dated thought sex was all about intercourse—not about attempting to bring the woman pleasure.
He wiggled his finger until she nearly screamed. To help release some of the tension, she
She followed. “It smells wonderful.”
“Sorry I’m late. The restaurant was incredibly busy.”
“No worries. I was a bit delayed myself.” In truth, she hadn’t arrived home until five thirty. By the time she showered and changed, she’d only had a half hour to spare.
“I need another kiss.” He drew her near then steered her to the kitchen counter, pressing her back against it. Memories of lust, heat, and pure desire from when she’d been against the tree at the lake flooded her.
The first contact had her forgetting about whether he truly liked her. Passion poured out of him like water from a sieve. She needed to enjoy the moment, and questioning their future would only lead to disappointment.
She dragged her hands up his back and tugged him closer.
Burke glanced down at her. “It’s your call. Eat or make love?”
Her stomach needed food, but her hormonal brain answered. “Take me.”
He laughed. “You are something else.”
As if there was a fire, they tore off each other’s clothes. When he’d stripped her down to her bra and panties, he stilled, and then whistled. “Holy fuck, you look hot. I almost hate to take them off.”
“Their purpose was merely to entice you.”
He grinned. “They succeeded, totally and completely, but give me a second to devour this image.”
She posed for him then bent over to suck on his cock.
Burke immediately lifted her up. “He’s about to go off, girl. The bear in me has been biding his time way too long, so I hope you’re rested because we’re in for a wild ride.”
She smiled and ran a hand down his amazing abs. “Do you talk like that to all your women?”
“I’ve only had one real woman—you.”
He was so full of shit, but she ate it up. “We’ll play it your way.” Tasha twisted around, grabbed onto the counter edge, and wiggled her hips. “Ready when you are.”
“Who is this sassy woman? I thought librarians were supposed to be reserved and cultured.”
She looked back over her shoulder and laughed. Deep inside, she’d wondered the same thing. “It’s all your fault. You get my bear all riled up. Now touch me.” Her blood was boiling and nothing was going to satisfy the driving urges inside her except for Burke’s cock.
He flipped her back around. “I have to taste you first.” He slipped off her panties, retrieved a dishtowel, and then carefully placed it on the counter. “Hop on up.” With seemingly little effort, Burke helped her. “Let the pleasure begin.”
He eased her onto her back, bent her knees, and slid her feet onto the counter’s surface. As much as she loved his cock, his tongue could do wonders to bring her to new heights. Rubbing his palms in slow circles across her thighs, he moved nearer to the apex, his fingers ever so close to where she wanted him. She scooted closer, her juices flowing just from the anticipation of what was to come.
“You seem a bit tense,” he said.
She nudged him with her foot. “I thought you needed me. Tormenting me won’t get you anywhere.”
He raised a brow. “Oh, I don’t know. Desperate women do desperate things.”
“Like what?” She’d already ripped off his clothes.
“Not saying.”
That was because he had nothing. She wasn’t able to give his comment any more thought because he dipped two fingers into her pussy, and bolts of electricity shocked her. She pressed on her feet to lift her hips, as she always seemed to be in a state of neediness when she was around him.
“Missing me?” he asked.
“Bastard. I’m not missing you. It’s the damn animal in me that is making me so easy.”
“Give me some credit.”
He deserved all the credit but telling him would make him insufferable. The men she’d dated thought sex was all about intercourse—not about attempting to bring the woman pleasure.
He wiggled his finger until she nearly screamed. To help release some of the tension, she
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