Wild Nights by Jaci Burton

When her knuckles brushed his erection, hesucked in a breath. Christ, she wasn’t even touching bare skin yet and heat burned through his jeans. Good thing there was a cool breeze to go with the warm sun, because Grace was burning him alive and his cock wasn’t even free of his jeans.
    “Lift,” she commanded. He did, and she jerked his jeans down, freeing his erection. It sprang up, hard and ready. Her hands were on him before he’d even settled back down. She wrapped her palms around his shaft and stroked upward, then down, seemingly fascinated with watching the skin move over the head of his cock.
    He, on the other hand, was trying to maintain control and not erupt all over her in seconds. She had magical hands and knew just how to stroke him, squeezing as she reached the head, rolling her thumb over the soft crest and eliciting drops of fluid that she swirled around with the pad of her thumb.
    Though he’d always enjoyed having a woman touch him, this was different. Grace was different. At the moment, he couldn’t stop to examine why. And her touch was a sweet balm across his tortured flesh, her warm breath a teasing caress that nearly shattered his control. He gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the blanket as she bent low and licked his balls, the sensation so overpowering he shuddered.
    He jerked in response, his hips rising, giving her access as her hands glided along his flesh, her tongue doing a magical dance with the sac below. She murmured against him, a vibration that made him weak in the knees. He was glad he wasn’t standing or he’d have embarrassed himself.
    She looked up at him, her braided hair falling over her shoulder. He reached for the band holding it and pulled it off, unwinding the strands so her hair blew free in the wind, falling against her face. He wrapped it around his hand and fisted it, jerking her toward his swollen cock head.
    He’d never needed a woman’s mouth on him more than he needed Grace’s. He needed it and now.
    “Suck me, Grace. Wrap those sweet lips around my cock and suck me.”

TEN
    The musky scent of Mike’s arousal encompassed Grace’s senses, his hands in her hair telling her how much he needed her.
    So hot. So incredibly erotic, her mouth just a fraction of an inch from the wide, swollen head of his cock. She shot him a sidelong glance; his jaw was set, his chest heaving as he panted and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
    But who was the victor here? Her body was on fire, her nipples hard and tingling as they pressed against the soft fabric of her sweater. Her pussy was damp with desire and the denim rubbing against her was only stoking the flame. She wanted to fling off her clothes and impale herself on his cock, pinch her nipples and ride him to a quick, satisfying orgasm.
    Not yet. Not until she teased him a bit. And herself, too. The buildup would be so worth it.
    “Grace.”
    Mike’s tone was a warning, a message that if she didn’t do it voluntarily, he was going to push. She thrilled to his dominance, wondering how far she was willing to press it. She moved against his hand to lift her head so he could see her face.
    Then she licked her lips.
    “Goddammit.” He tugged at her hair and the sweet pain made her clit tingle. Taking control, he jerked his hips upward and pushed her mouth over his cock. She smiled as she took the head between her lips, her tongue snaking out to wrap around the crest and lap at the drops of pearly fluid gathered there.
    He tasted hot and spicy. She covered the head with her tongue, feeling it pulse, so alive with a soft strength and a maddening allure. She engulfed him then, taking him deep, as far as she could, swirling her tongue around him as she swallowed him.
    “Christ, Grace,” he murmured, tangling his hands in her hair now, holding onto the sides of her head to pump his cock into her mouth with rhythmic strokes. She raised up on her knees to bob up and down over his shaft, using her hands to