won’t be held responsible for my actions. Let’s face it, a woman can only take so much before she cracks under the pressure. Given that Dustin Kane had always been her kryptonite, she would fall sooner rather than later.
“You’re thinking awfully hard for it being so early.” Dustin’s timbre flowed over her, warming her in ways the quilt never could.
“How did you know I was even awake?”
Lord help her. Those fingers massaging her skin weren’t making logical thought easy.
“I’ve been lying here trying to behave like a gentleman while you lay sprawled against me.” His fingers flexed on her ass.
“Don’t want to be one?” Why she baited him, she couldn’t answer. Couldn’t take back the words, either.
“I have a gorgeous woman stretched out over me in a barely-there tee and shorts. I know you can feel my cock against you. Do you really think I want to be a gentleman?”
She hoped not. Moving her head along the heated skin of his chest, she kissed his jaw. Sure, she knew she was playing with fire, but rational thought had long since been vanquished by raw need and desire. Light kisses along the chiseled jaw line.
His entire body tensed, fingers tightening upon her for a brief moment. “Samantha.” He spoke her name in a blended mix of a growl and moan.
Never had she believed herself more in control and yet wildly out of it at the same time. There was a time for thinking, one for talking, and this one—one for doing.
Rising up, she brushed her lips over his. He lay frozen for a second before exploding into action. In the space of a heartbeat, she found herself on her back with Dustin’s hard physique over hers, his cock pressed oh-so intimately against her. He dominated her mouth, kissing her in a way she’d never experienced before. This was more than out of control hormones. More than unbridled passion. She felt all of him in the hungry exchange.
He worked his hips, rubbing his substantial length against her, igniting more of her fervor for him. His hands twisted amongst her hair, anchoring her to him. She held tight, smoothing her hands up the wide muscled expanse of his back.
Damn! She was so close to a release already it wouldn’t take much. His teeth grazed her as he suckled, nipped, and lapped his way from her mouth down to the neckline of her shirt.
She’d barely caught her breath when he sucked one nipple in his mouth, shirt and all. Oh hell! Pleasure exploded, and she moaned simultaneously, cupping the back of his head, holding him to her. He massaged her other breast, his thumb flicking across the already turgid nipple.
He broke away only to rip her shirt up, freeing her breasts. Alternating between the two, he made love to each. All she could do was hang on for the ride. She couldn’t forcibly move him either up or down. The rasp of his morning growth along the sensitive skin of her breasts sent her body into overdrive, not hard enough to abrade her but enough she couldn’t ignore what he did to her.
Her breaths came in sharp pants as he moved back over her and gave her what she so desperately craved. More. More of his addictive taste, more of him. His tongue thrust against hers, demanding, mating with hers as her need for him grew exponentially.
She sank her hands into his cool silken hair, wrapping her legs about his waist. Arching into him, she made her desire as plain as she could without words. His chest hair teased her nipples almost to the point of pain.
“Dustin,” she gasped the moment his mouth released hers. “I…I…please.”
“I want to taste you, Samantha.”
His voice, deep and graveled, almost catapulted her over the edge she teetered upon. The image of his head buried between her thighs, she felt a fresh wave of wetness hit her.
“I want to—” Heavy pounding on the trailer door interrupted his statement.
No! This wasn’t fair. The knocking came again.
“Dustin! Come on, man, wake up!” More pounding.
His groan of frustration was one
“You’re thinking awfully hard for it being so early.” Dustin’s timbre flowed over her, warming her in ways the quilt never could.
“How did you know I was even awake?”
Lord help her. Those fingers massaging her skin weren’t making logical thought easy.
“I’ve been lying here trying to behave like a gentleman while you lay sprawled against me.” His fingers flexed on her ass.
“Don’t want to be one?” Why she baited him, she couldn’t answer. Couldn’t take back the words, either.
“I have a gorgeous woman stretched out over me in a barely-there tee and shorts. I know you can feel my cock against you. Do you really think I want to be a gentleman?”
She hoped not. Moving her head along the heated skin of his chest, she kissed his jaw. Sure, she knew she was playing with fire, but rational thought had long since been vanquished by raw need and desire. Light kisses along the chiseled jaw line.
His entire body tensed, fingers tightening upon her for a brief moment. “Samantha.” He spoke her name in a blended mix of a growl and moan.
Never had she believed herself more in control and yet wildly out of it at the same time. There was a time for thinking, one for talking, and this one—one for doing.
Rising up, she brushed her lips over his. He lay frozen for a second before exploding into action. In the space of a heartbeat, she found herself on her back with Dustin’s hard physique over hers, his cock pressed oh-so intimately against her. He dominated her mouth, kissing her in a way she’d never experienced before. This was more than out of control hormones. More than unbridled passion. She felt all of him in the hungry exchange.
He worked his hips, rubbing his substantial length against her, igniting more of her fervor for him. His hands twisted amongst her hair, anchoring her to him. She held tight, smoothing her hands up the wide muscled expanse of his back.
Damn! She was so close to a release already it wouldn’t take much. His teeth grazed her as he suckled, nipped, and lapped his way from her mouth down to the neckline of her shirt.
She’d barely caught her breath when he sucked one nipple in his mouth, shirt and all. Oh hell! Pleasure exploded, and she moaned simultaneously, cupping the back of his head, holding him to her. He massaged her other breast, his thumb flicking across the already turgid nipple.
He broke away only to rip her shirt up, freeing her breasts. Alternating between the two, he made love to each. All she could do was hang on for the ride. She couldn’t forcibly move him either up or down. The rasp of his morning growth along the sensitive skin of her breasts sent her body into overdrive, not hard enough to abrade her but enough she couldn’t ignore what he did to her.
Her breaths came in sharp pants as he moved back over her and gave her what she so desperately craved. More. More of his addictive taste, more of him. His tongue thrust against hers, demanding, mating with hers as her need for him grew exponentially.
She sank her hands into his cool silken hair, wrapping her legs about his waist. Arching into him, she made her desire as plain as she could without words. His chest hair teased her nipples almost to the point of pain.
“Dustin,” she gasped the moment his mouth released hers. “I…I…please.”
“I want to taste you, Samantha.”
His voice, deep and graveled, almost catapulted her over the edge she teetered upon. The image of his head buried between her thighs, she felt a fresh wave of wetness hit her.
“I want to—” Heavy pounding on the trailer door interrupted his statement.
No! This wasn’t fair. The knocking came again.
“Dustin! Come on, man, wake up!” More pounding.
His groan of frustration was one
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