Just This Once, Contemporary Romance (Last Frontier Lodge #3) by J.H. Croix Page A

she said, her voice throaty as she tugged him down to meet her lips.
    He let the reins slip when she traced her tongue around his mouth. In seconds, it was as if she was a living flame in his arms. Her tongue slipped in to meet his, and he dove into their kiss. She pressed against him, while he slid a hand down her back to cup her bottom, that luscious bottom with its delicious give under his touch. His cock had gone rock hard the moment her lips met his. She arched against him, lifting her leg to curl over his. Her skirt slid up conveniently for him to drag his palm up her leg and into the warmth between her thighs.
    The cotton was damp when he stroked across it. He bit back a groan when she moaned into his mouth. Suddenly, she tore her lips free and stepped back. Before he knew what was happening, she tore his shirt open and swiftly unbuttoned his pants. She slipped her hand inside and stroked along his shaft. He couldn’t hold back his next groan. She shoved his briefs down just far enough to free his cock. The feel of her palm curling around him weakened his knees. He braced a palm against the door. She leaned forward and paused with her lips mere inches away from his cock. Her blue eyes landed on his, and her mouth hooked up with a half-smile before she dragged her hand along his cock.
    “ Dear God, Becca. You can’t…”
    “Oh yes, I can.”
    Her lips closed over the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around before she slowly drew him inside. She commenced to drive him to the edge of his endurance, alternating with licking, sucking and stroking. Her wet grip was dizzying. In the midst of the madness she wrought, there was a knock at the door. She ignored it. When he moved to pull away, she put her hand firmly against his hip, pressing him against the door. Another knock and whoever it was gave up. He fumbled with the doorknob to lock it. Once it was locked, he gathered the reins of his tattered control and reached for her. She resisted for a moment, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock. He nearly choked, but he managed to hold back. As she slowly rose up, he tugged his wallet out of his pocket and yanked a condom out.
    He lifted her against him, cupping her bottom in his palms as he took two steps to the desk before easing her down. Her eyes slammed into his, hazy with desire. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks flushed. He forced himself to maintain control and slowly slid his palms up her calves. As he slipped his hands under her skirt, he pushed the fabric up above her knees. Her thighs fell open, and he kept moving, hooking his fingers over the top of her panties and dragging them down. Her breath came in gasps and pants. Hanging onto his control by the thinnest thread, he stroked a finger into her cleft. She was drenched, so slick all he wanted was to be inside of her. Now.

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    Aidan stepped into the cradle of her hips and rolled the condom on. Becca shimmied her hips closer to the edge of the desk, frantic to feel him inside of her. When he paused for a breath, she swore and arched against him. He surged inside of her. His head fell forward as he groaned. He felt so good, so damn good. He held still for a beat, seated deeply within her. He stretched and filled her, and she savored every second of it. He started to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back inside. She wanted him to move fast to assuage the frantic feeling inside of her. When he held back and set a slow, but steady rhythm, it only served to notch the wildness higher and higher. Sensation sizzled through her, pleasure twirling tighter and tighter inside. She curled her legs around his hips and arched against him. When she cried out at the pleasure spiking with each stroke, he finally let loose and pounded into her. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he drove against her again and again. He caught her cries with a kiss when her climax rushed through her. She felt the pulse of him in her channel as he