then. Her mouth was level with his and
it was easy to kiss her. A swift delve between her pleading lips.
She tore her mouth from his. “I’m very wet, Rex. And very
swollen and if you don’t make love with me soon, I’ll have to go in my bedroom
and use my fingers. Stroke my pussy. Touch my clit. Make my cream flow. You
wouldn’t want to listen to me do that, would you? Or would you want to watch?”
He growled, the very idea of her fingering herself throwing
him over the edge. “You asked for this.” Hoisting her up over his shoulder like
a sack of corn, he marched back inside the little house they’d holed up in by
order of a Texas judge.
Damn, if she wasn’t laughing. “Nice view here, Ranger.”
He slapped her on one taut cheek. “Keep it down there,
Chamberlain.”
“Hmm,” she was humming as they passed the living room and
headed for his bedroom. “Honey, as long as you’re up, we’re in good
shape.”
He laid her down on his bed. Good thing it was a queen size
because he was determined to use every inch of it to pleasure her. And himself.
Yanking off his boots, he let them drop to the floor while
he got a great picture of her lying there. Those luscious breasts ripe as
August peaches, her pussy a pale cloud of hair. He climbed over her, his legs
straddling her curvy hips.
She smiled up at him like she’d just won the Texas Lottery.
“Let’s take all these clothes off you.” Her hands got busy on his shirt buttons
while he worked at his belt buckle. “Rex,” she sighed his name when she got
most of his shirt undone. “Rex,” she crooned as she spread the shirt wide and
put her mouth on one of his nipples. “God, honey, you are so cut.”
He snorted, her tongue teasing him so well his cock strained
against his jeans. “Darlin’, if you don’t help me get my clothes off, you’re in
for a rude awakening.”
“Why’s that?” Giggling, she pushed the fabric from one
shoulder and lazily kissed her way to his other nipple.
He sucked in a breath. “I’m so hard, I’m numb, and if you
don’t let me inside this body of yours asap, my cock’ll fall off.”
She burst out laughing but rolled him to his back, her eyes
dancing. “Let me unveil the goods then.”
He flung his hands out, surrendering. “Get to it.”
She went to work then on his belt, his zipper, to reach
inside his skivvies and take his shaft in her palm. Eyes closing, she paused,
mewled and massaged him. “Huge and hot.”
“In a damn big hurry, too.” He skimmed his open hand down
her torso to cup her mound. “Put your mouth on me or let me eat you up.”
Her big purple eyes got wider as she drew his cock out to
play. “Thought about eating me, did you?”
“Devouring you.” He found her slit and sent one long finger
up inside her wet folds. He cursed at how succulent she sounded.
She dropped her chin to her chest. “I’ve wanted you since
that first day in the office.”
“Yeah?” He got her to spread her thighs so that he could
stroke her pussy lips more easily. “You didn’t look it. You gave me a lot of
guff.”
She arched up as his fingers claimed more of her. “I didn’t
want you to think I was easy.”
“Oh, darlin’,” he laughed as he found her clit and pinched
it for her, “you looked scared and flustered, but never have you looked easy.”
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head fell so far back,
her breasts jutted out. “I don’t fall into bed with just anyone.”
“No, baby. I got that up front.” He rose up and took one of
those big pointed nipples in his mouth. Christ, all of her tasted like liquid
satin. “You fuck only me.”
“Yes!” She drove the fingers of one hand into the hair at
his nape and put her mouth to his. “Only you.”
He took her under him then, and like a blind man, he spread
her out with a reverent touch, her arms wide, her legs open, her long platinum
hair like a halo around her head. “Don’t want to gobble you up, darlin’, but
you are
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