Under the Midnight Stars by Shawna Gautier Page A

crossing his face, and resumed his deep breathing.
    She smiled and bit her lower lip, eyeing his broad chest, his taut nipples, the swirl of brown chest hair turned silver by the moonlight leading the way to his groin.
    She lowered her eyes to his rising manhood. It grew until it towered rigidly over his body. Everything is bigger in Texas, she thought quietly, and continued to bite her lip to suppress a giggle. Wondering if he knew she was there, she looked at his eyes. They were still closed, and his breathing was still deep and steady.
    Her attention was drawn back to his stiff muscle. She was curious as to what it felt like. Slowly, she reached down and gently wrapped her fingers around it. It was warm and hard, yet smooth and just pliant enough to give way to conform itself within her.
    Colt groaned and mumbled something unrecognizable in his sleep.
    She quickly released him and propped herself on her elbow. Slowly, she leaned down and kissed him softly.
    Colt’s eyes flew open. He grinned and pulled Brielle on top of him, his erection now trapped between their bellies. With both hands on either sides of her face, he kissed her hungrily.
    Then gently he lifted her head from his. “You’re a little early, aren’t you?” he asked huskily.
    “Mmm hmm,” she replied breathlessly. “I couldn’t stop dreaming about you.”
    He guided her head back to his and kissed her fervently. He let his hands roam over her buttocks and then he lifted her from his chest to caress her soft supple breasts.
    Brielle moaned at the tingling sensation flitting through her nipples. She looked down, eyeing his manhood as it stared at her, longing to be touched. She took it gently, caressing it, relishing its smooth hardness and the dominating effect it had on her senses. Especially the senses deep within. She longed to feel it inside her.
    Colt closed his eyes and groaned. He pulled her head back to his, seeking her lips.
    She pulled away from his hungry kiss, eager to have him wholly. Before he could react, she lifted her hips and mounted him, sliding him deep within.
    He groaned, gritting his teeth at the unexpected surge of pleasure.
    She lowered her head to his and whimpered at the sensual fulfillment.
    Colt grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly, only to lower her back onto him, guiding each movement to match his. Brielle moaned, quickly catching on to the rhythmic motion expected of her from being on top. She rocked her hips, perfectly timing her movements to meet each of his thrusts. With each impalement the pleasure became stronger, more blissful.
    “Oh Colt,” she whispered breathlessly.
    When it was almost too much to bear, her body released itself from the sensual torture, exploding, shuddering, relishing waves of pleasure.
    Colt let out a relieving sigh as he expelled himself within her.
    Exhausted, breathless, satiated, she flopped onto his chest, snuggling her face into the crook of his neck.
    Colt suddenly tensed.
    Brielle began to panic, wondering if she had just overstepped her boundary. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way she did? Maybe he didn’t want her like this? Maybe he took yesterday as a one-time encounter? But then he’d kissed her before she’d left that evening, set on seeing her today to help him pick out some furniture. She swallowed nervously, toying with his chin dimple shadowed by the moonlight. “Was this not okay for me to come here? To make love to you?”
    He chuckled slightly. “Have you gone mad, woman? Of course this was okay. This was more than okay.” He hugged her tightly. “It’s just … I sort of didn’t have the opportunity to put on a condom first. Or time to even think of one.”
    Brielle snapped her head up and gasped. She pushed herself up from his chest, straddling him, her heart pounding fearfully at her asinine mistake. “I’m so sorry. I forgot. I’m not used to this sort of thing. Crap! ” She covered her gaping mouth with both hands.
    A loving smile crossed his face.