teased me all night. Now it’s time to pay the piper, baby.”
“You’re so full of yourself.” Then she jerked as he found a particularly sweet spot.
“You’re going to be full of me,” he muttered.
He took her lips, hot, fast, sweet, while she dug in his back pocket. Finding the package, she shoved his slacks over his hips. He pulled away long enough to roll on the condom. Coming back down, he braced on both arms and rolled his hips against her, his cock sliding in the heat and dampness of her cleft, grazing her clit.
“Now tell me you don’t want it,” he challenged. She looked at him, then drawled, “It’s just sex. I’ll take it. Because I like my orgasms however I can get them.”
She wouldn’t give an inch, not even in the heat of the moment. Mac didn’t care. Even fighting her was goddamn hot. He’d take her anyway he could have her, and he’d meant every word. He was staying. “Take me inside you.”
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She arched, opened, wrapped her fingers around him, and guided him inside, just the crown. He covered her with his body, chest to breasts, sliding half a glorious inch deeper. Burying his face in her hair, he crooned, “Say it, say it.”
He didn’t expect her to cave in. Yet she dug her nails into his butt and whispered, “Do me, Mac. Please.”
He drove home, deep inside her. She moaned, wrapping him in her arms, her legs, her heat, exactly where he wanted to be. Then there was just the sound of her breath, her cries, the scent of her skin, her sex. He lost himself in sensation, pumping harder, faster, deeper, until she gripped him on the inside, his cock, his heart. He didn’t reach release; he reached fulfillment, shattering inside her, calling out her name, taking her with him into the sweet oblivion.
SHE DIDN’T QUITE REMEMBER MAC REMOVING THE CONDOM OR
undressing or climbing into the bed to wrap her in his heat. Dani remembered only the contentment.
God, how she’d missed falling asleep with a man’s arms enveloping her. What he’d done to her had been hot, sexy, intense, with an edge. She wanted it, needed it, hated his tone, his dictatorial attitude, and succumbed because she couldn’t help herself. Sex was best when it was edgy, straddling the line between emotions, when you couldn’t decide whether you were pissed or delirious. Damn, it was good with Mac. If she wasn’t careful, she’d become addicted. When she woke again, the night was deep pitch, the crescent moon having trekked beyond the window. Without even a moment of disorientation, she knew another man’s arms held her in the bed she’d shared with her husband. Not just any man, but Mac. Her husband’s brother. Yet neither the guilt she’d expected nor the fear of losing her independence materialized. Maybe it was the darkness keeping it at bay. Maybe it was the need still trilling in her blood.
“I haven’t tasted you yet,” she whispered, despite his even breathing at her nape. He was still asleep.
She didn’t want the guilt or the morning light until she’d had that, his taste in her mouth, the musk of his come in her nose, the caress of his pubic hair against her cheeks.
She shifted as he rolled to his back, flinging an arm over his head. Pushing the sheet down, she revealed him inch by inch until she’d uncovered his cock. Her eyes adjusting to the gloom, she could just make out the proud jut of his 74
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erection. As if he were dreaming about her.
Her body hummed with last night’s intensity. He’d demanded, ordered; she’d fought and made light of him. She’d needed it, wanted him, frighteningly so, yet now, in the quiet, she wasn’t scared. Did he truly mean he intended to stay with her, or was that part of the hot game they played? It didn’t matter. Whatever came between them tomorrow, right now, there was this. His beautiful cock, her mouth.
Sliding down, she rested on an elbow and stroked a fingernail from his balls to his tip. His cock
“You’re so full of yourself.” Then she jerked as he found a particularly sweet spot.
“You’re going to be full of me,” he muttered.
He took her lips, hot, fast, sweet, while she dug in his back pocket. Finding the package, she shoved his slacks over his hips. He pulled away long enough to roll on the condom. Coming back down, he braced on both arms and rolled his hips against her, his cock sliding in the heat and dampness of her cleft, grazing her clit.
“Now tell me you don’t want it,” he challenged. She looked at him, then drawled, “It’s just sex. I’ll take it. Because I like my orgasms however I can get them.”
She wouldn’t give an inch, not even in the heat of the moment. Mac didn’t care. Even fighting her was goddamn hot. He’d take her anyway he could have her, and he’d meant every word. He was staying. “Take me inside you.”
73
The Only Way Out
She arched, opened, wrapped her fingers around him, and guided him inside, just the crown. He covered her with his body, chest to breasts, sliding half a glorious inch deeper. Burying his face in her hair, he crooned, “Say it, say it.”
He didn’t expect her to cave in. Yet she dug her nails into his butt and whispered, “Do me, Mac. Please.”
He drove home, deep inside her. She moaned, wrapping him in her arms, her legs, her heat, exactly where he wanted to be. Then there was just the sound of her breath, her cries, the scent of her skin, her sex. He lost himself in sensation, pumping harder, faster, deeper, until she gripped him on the inside, his cock, his heart. He didn’t reach release; he reached fulfillment, shattering inside her, calling out her name, taking her with him into the sweet oblivion.
SHE DIDN’T QUITE REMEMBER MAC REMOVING THE CONDOM OR
undressing or climbing into the bed to wrap her in his heat. Dani remembered only the contentment.
God, how she’d missed falling asleep with a man’s arms enveloping her. What he’d done to her had been hot, sexy, intense, with an edge. She wanted it, needed it, hated his tone, his dictatorial attitude, and succumbed because she couldn’t help herself. Sex was best when it was edgy, straddling the line between emotions, when you couldn’t decide whether you were pissed or delirious. Damn, it was good with Mac. If she wasn’t careful, she’d become addicted. When she woke again, the night was deep pitch, the crescent moon having trekked beyond the window. Without even a moment of disorientation, she knew another man’s arms held her in the bed she’d shared with her husband. Not just any man, but Mac. Her husband’s brother. Yet neither the guilt she’d expected nor the fear of losing her independence materialized. Maybe it was the darkness keeping it at bay. Maybe it was the need still trilling in her blood.
“I haven’t tasted you yet,” she whispered, despite his even breathing at her nape. He was still asleep.
She didn’t want the guilt or the morning light until she’d had that, his taste in her mouth, the musk of his come in her nose, the caress of his pubic hair against her cheeks.
She shifted as he rolled to his back, flinging an arm over his head. Pushing the sheet down, she revealed him inch by inch until she’d uncovered his cock. Her eyes adjusting to the gloom, she could just make out the proud jut of his 74
The Only Way Out
erection. As if he were dreaming about her.
Her body hummed with last night’s intensity. He’d demanded, ordered; she’d fought and made light of him. She’d needed it, wanted him, frighteningly so, yet now, in the quiet, she wasn’t scared. Did he truly mean he intended to stay with her, or was that part of the hot game they played? It didn’t matter. Whatever came between them tomorrow, right now, there was this. His beautiful cock, her mouth.
Sliding down, she rested on an elbow and stroked a fingernail from his balls to his tip. His cock
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