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after Mick…? She was so busy telling herself not to go there, she couldn’t even think about after him.
“I know we only have tonight,” she assured him. “And we both might regret it tomorrow, but I want to do this, and I want to do it with you.”
“I’ll never regret tonight. We said no regrets.” He touched her cheek, and she leaned in to it, soaking him in.
“I know. No regrets.” Except that it is only one night. How can I not regret that?
He closed his eyes for a beat, and when he opened them his expression was warm and tender and hot and hungry at once. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He searched her eyes with a soulful expression. She wondered if he saw the emotions she was trying to hold back, or if her nerves shadowed everything else. She didn’t really want to know the answer, and pressed her lips to his to snap out of the thought, then lowered her mouth to him again. He held her hair back but didn’t guide her this time. She began as she had before, teasing, slicking her tongue along his hard length, licking his sac, fondling and stroking as she took him in deep. He smelled musky and safe, and for this one night, he smelled like he was hers.
“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”
She moved faster, took him deeper. The head of his cock banged against the back of her throat, and she remembered what she’d read about relaxing her throat. She tried, but her mouth was stretched so wide it was hard to concentrate and still keep her rhythm. The hell with thinking. She let her desires guide her, and guide her they did. She worked him with her hands and mouth, and he groaned and rocked and made noises that made her ache for his touch. As if he’d read her mind, he leaned forward, slightly to the side, giving her space to continue her pursuit of his pleasure, and ran his hand down her ribs and between her legs. She moaned around his cock.
“Christ, that felt good,” he said in a gravelly voice.
She moaned again, and his hips bucked. She rode his hand in time to each stroke of his cock as he teased her magical spot. She sucked harder, moaning with pleasure against his erection as his fingers pushed into her and a torrent of pleasure consumed her. His cock swelled, his muscles flexed, and hot jets of salty come pulsed down her throat. She struggled to breathe, gulping down his release as storms of heat tore through her, scorched her limbs, pulling at her core, engulfing her very being with the same dark possession as Mick owned her heart.
Chapter Five
AMANDA SAT TWO steps below Mick with her cheek resting on his thigh, eyes closed, her lips slick with his essence. She’d sucked his cock like she owned it, given him a mind-numbing orgasm while in the throes of her own, and she was completely and utterly fucking with his head. They still hadn’t consummated their night of sex, and he felt the emotional doors he’d welded closed rattling at the hinges.
He lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest and trying to ignore the way his insides softened with her sigh of surrender as she snuggled against him.
She reached up with a sated smile and touched his cheek. “Mm. Your beard comes in fast.”
He didn’t respond because the more she spoke, the harder it was to remain emotionally distant. He was fucked and there was only one way to get unfucked—with an icy exterior. But he’d tried that before they’d moved to the stairs, and all it had taken was a flash of her doe eyes and a single word in her breathless voice to dial him right back up to an emotionally possessed inferno.
He carried her upstairs and stopped at the threshold of his bedroom. Why was he here again? Why hadn’t he taken her on the couch, where it would be easier to get her to leave afterward?
Because I’m fucked .
Determined not to be, he turned, intent on retreating to the first floor. The closer to the door the better.
Amanda touched his cheek again, gazing up with eyes full of trust and something
“I know we only have tonight,” she assured him. “And we both might regret it tomorrow, but I want to do this, and I want to do it with you.”
“I’ll never regret tonight. We said no regrets.” He touched her cheek, and she leaned in to it, soaking him in.
“I know. No regrets.” Except that it is only one night. How can I not regret that?
He closed his eyes for a beat, and when he opened them his expression was warm and tender and hot and hungry at once. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He searched her eyes with a soulful expression. She wondered if he saw the emotions she was trying to hold back, or if her nerves shadowed everything else. She didn’t really want to know the answer, and pressed her lips to his to snap out of the thought, then lowered her mouth to him again. He held her hair back but didn’t guide her this time. She began as she had before, teasing, slicking her tongue along his hard length, licking his sac, fondling and stroking as she took him in deep. He smelled musky and safe, and for this one night, he smelled like he was hers.
“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”
She moved faster, took him deeper. The head of his cock banged against the back of her throat, and she remembered what she’d read about relaxing her throat. She tried, but her mouth was stretched so wide it was hard to concentrate and still keep her rhythm. The hell with thinking. She let her desires guide her, and guide her they did. She worked him with her hands and mouth, and he groaned and rocked and made noises that made her ache for his touch. As if he’d read her mind, he leaned forward, slightly to the side, giving her space to continue her pursuit of his pleasure, and ran his hand down her ribs and between her legs. She moaned around his cock.
“Christ, that felt good,” he said in a gravelly voice.
She moaned again, and his hips bucked. She rode his hand in time to each stroke of his cock as he teased her magical spot. She sucked harder, moaning with pleasure against his erection as his fingers pushed into her and a torrent of pleasure consumed her. His cock swelled, his muscles flexed, and hot jets of salty come pulsed down her throat. She struggled to breathe, gulping down his release as storms of heat tore through her, scorched her limbs, pulling at her core, engulfing her very being with the same dark possession as Mick owned her heart.
Chapter Five
AMANDA SAT TWO steps below Mick with her cheek resting on his thigh, eyes closed, her lips slick with his essence. She’d sucked his cock like she owned it, given him a mind-numbing orgasm while in the throes of her own, and she was completely and utterly fucking with his head. They still hadn’t consummated their night of sex, and he felt the emotional doors he’d welded closed rattling at the hinges.
He lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest and trying to ignore the way his insides softened with her sigh of surrender as she snuggled against him.
She reached up with a sated smile and touched his cheek. “Mm. Your beard comes in fast.”
He didn’t respond because the more she spoke, the harder it was to remain emotionally distant. He was fucked and there was only one way to get unfucked—with an icy exterior. But he’d tried that before they’d moved to the stairs, and all it had taken was a flash of her doe eyes and a single word in her breathless voice to dial him right back up to an emotionally possessed inferno.
He carried her upstairs and stopped at the threshold of his bedroom. Why was he here again? Why hadn’t he taken her on the couch, where it would be easier to get her to leave afterward?
Because I’m fucked .
Determined not to be, he turned, intent on retreating to the first floor. The closer to the door the better.
Amanda touched his cheek again, gazing up with eyes full of trust and something
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