Dangerous Secrets by Lisa Marie Rice Page B

him. His cock responded immediately with a strong ripple. He bit his back teeth together so hard it was a surprise he didn’t crack a tooth.
    His head was going to explode. And right after that, his cock.
    He was shaking, trying to rein himself in. “God, Charity, I’m going to—”
    “It’s all right.” Charity’s face was an inch from his. She was somber but her body was trembling. All on its own, her little cunt clenched again and they both moaned. “It’s not the right time of the month, so there shouldn’t be any prob—”
    Whatever else she was going to say was lost in his mouth. He closed the little distance between them, holding on to her tightly, ravishing her mouth, thrusting hard up inside her while coming in long, almost violent spurts that shook him from his toes to his head. He ate at her mouth, as if his life depended on it. Maybe it did. He felt one long hot liquid pull through his body, from his mouth to his cock, drowning inside her.
    He shook and groaned throughout the climax, grinding himself into her, totally out of control. He left her mouth because he was afraid he’d bite her in his excitement, and buried his face in her hair, hanging on to her as if he was drowning and she was his lifeline to shore.
    His skin prickled, his chest felt tight, he was burning up. He felt especially hot in his groin, right where he was joined to her. Hot and wet. He’d spurted so much come into her, they were wet to their thighs. It should have been a turnoff, but actually it was a huge turn-on. Huge. Knowing his seed was inside her. And in particular, knowing she was now wet.
    Not wet because he’d managed to get in a little foreplay, no, not that kind of wet. But still. Wet is wet. Wet meant he could move in her without hurting her.
    First, though, some amends. “Sorry about that,” he whispered. His breath moved a lock of her shiny dark-blond hair. Sorry . Nick didn’t believe in a God, but if he did, he deserved to be struck down by lightning immediately because he wasn’t sorry. Not sorry at all.
    Not only was he not sorry in any way that he was buried to the hilt in the warmest, tightest little cunt he could ever remember being in, but he was not sorry for anything about the situation. Her soft breasts were plastered against his chest, rubbing against him with every breath she took, his arms tight around her narrow rib cage.
    “That’s okay.” Was that a wheeze he heard in her voice? Though it cost him, Nick gentled his hold slightly. She had to breathe.
    Since his mouth was right there, he blew another perfumed lock of hair away from her neck and began kissing her, running his lips along the soft skin of her neck, kissing the even softer skin behind her ear. Her hair tumbled over his face and it was like being in a soft, perfumed dark-blond cloud.
    His lips picked up the beat of her heart, fast and light. He could feel that beat against her left breast, too. Was it excitement?
    Only one way to find out.
    He eased back a little, wondering which hand to use. They were both extremely happy exactly where they were. If there were any justice in this world, he’d sprout a third hand so he could touch her where they were joined without letting go, but he’d learned long ago that there wasn’t.
    So which hand to use? The one that was cupping the backof her head or the one wrapped around her back, fitting precisely into the sharp indent of her waist? God, what a choice.
    Finally, reluctantly, his right hand left her waist, trailed around her back, over the top of her thigh and rested on her mound.
    Charity wiggled a little on him and he surged and lengthened inside her. She caught a little breath, the sound loud in the silence of the kitchen.
    “You’re still, um—” she wiggled on him some more, the movements so exciting his stomach muscles jumped. “Still…hard,” she finished breathlessly.
    Hard? Oh yeah.
    He brought his mouth around to hers and kissed her deeply, like plunging into a sea of