lashes shadowed his cheeks.
It was incredibly sexy. So sexy it made her heart thunder in her chest, made her breathing
short.
The lash of his tongue had her eyelids fluttering, had sensation shooting straight to her clit
and beyond as a wild, ragged cry left her lips. When his fingers moved to the snap and zipper
of her pants, she was more than eager to help him with his own as well.
Her fingers tore at the metal tabs of his leather riding pants as the zipper of hers slid down.
She gasped for air as he took her lips in a kiss, his tongue licking along hers as his fingers slid
into the parted material, eased lower, and threaded through the silky curls between her thighs.
Lilly froze, tried to catch her breath. Her eyes widened, stared into his, and in the next
second fluttered closed again as his fingers found and captured the tight little bud of her
clitoris.
Callused fingertips circled, rubbed, and stimulated the sensitive bundle of flesh. Arcs of
pleasure tore through her pussy as her juices rushed to coat the swollen folds beyond to tempt
his fingers to touch lower, to stroke inside her.
“I dream about this,” he growled against her lips as he gave her a moment to breathe.
“Touching your sweet pussy again, feeling it quiver beneath my fingers, feeling your pretty
clit swell with hunger.”
Heat flushed her face at the explicit words while her pussy creamed harder. She wanted his
fingers inside her. She wanted him to take her, to ease the hard knot of hunger tightening in
her womb.
Her hips arched closer, forcing his fingers lower along the narrow slit he was caressing.
Lifting her leg, she managed to get him a little closer.
He chuckled, a breath of male hunger and amusement, as his fingers rubbed over the
clenched entrance.
“This what you want, Lilly?” he crooned against her ear as one finger slipped in just
enough to tease, just enough to give her a taste of the pleasure she was reaching for. Just
enough to tease her into whimpering and arching her hips higher for more.
A shudder tore through her as he rubbed at the clenched, tight muscles of her vagina. The
pad of his finger rubbed in tiny circles, moved in short, easy strokes. His lips moved back to
her nipples, his tongue licked and stroked, and Lilly was certain she was going to melt to the
floor with the incredible pleasure racing through her and the imperative need for more.
“I can make it better, Lilly,” he whispered before nipping at the sensitive tip of her breast.
“What’s stopping you?” she cried out breathlessly. “Make it better. I dare you.”
Let him see if she tried to stop him. God, she wanted more so damned bad she was on the
verge of begging for it.
“You dare me, do you?” A quick, heated lick of her nipple had her jerking in reflexive
pleasure.
“Double-dare you,” she gasped.
His finger moved, retreated, only to return thicker, stronger, stretching the sensitive portal
of her pussy as her neck arched and a low, ragged cry tore from her lips.
A fiery aching pleasure centered in the very core of her, convulsing through her womb as
she almost, almost reached that peak she was searching for.
She was so close. Right there on the verge.
“Mr. Caine, we have company.” A harsh, rough voice spoke from the other room. It
sounded as though it came from a wild creature, one whose vocal ability was still more animal
than man.
Travis jerked against her, his hard body suddenly tense and prepared for battle rather than
focused entirely on her.
“Who is it, Nik?” he snarled.
“I do believe it’s the girl’s uncle,” the “Nik” in question answered. His voice, though lower,
was no less rough. “He’s demanding to speak with you.”
Demanding. Yes, that sounded like her uncle, but he’d picked a hell of a time to demand
anything.
Staring back at Travis, her body aching in regret, she watched, felt the complete distance he
placed between them.
“Would you like to freshen up
It was incredibly sexy. So sexy it made her heart thunder in her chest, made her breathing
short.
The lash of his tongue had her eyelids fluttering, had sensation shooting straight to her clit
and beyond as a wild, ragged cry left her lips. When his fingers moved to the snap and zipper
of her pants, she was more than eager to help him with his own as well.
Her fingers tore at the metal tabs of his leather riding pants as the zipper of hers slid down.
She gasped for air as he took her lips in a kiss, his tongue licking along hers as his fingers slid
into the parted material, eased lower, and threaded through the silky curls between her thighs.
Lilly froze, tried to catch her breath. Her eyes widened, stared into his, and in the next
second fluttered closed again as his fingers found and captured the tight little bud of her
clitoris.
Callused fingertips circled, rubbed, and stimulated the sensitive bundle of flesh. Arcs of
pleasure tore through her pussy as her juices rushed to coat the swollen folds beyond to tempt
his fingers to touch lower, to stroke inside her.
“I dream about this,” he growled against her lips as he gave her a moment to breathe.
“Touching your sweet pussy again, feeling it quiver beneath my fingers, feeling your pretty
clit swell with hunger.”
Heat flushed her face at the explicit words while her pussy creamed harder. She wanted his
fingers inside her. She wanted him to take her, to ease the hard knot of hunger tightening in
her womb.
Her hips arched closer, forcing his fingers lower along the narrow slit he was caressing.
Lifting her leg, she managed to get him a little closer.
He chuckled, a breath of male hunger and amusement, as his fingers rubbed over the
clenched entrance.
“This what you want, Lilly?” he crooned against her ear as one finger slipped in just
enough to tease, just enough to give her a taste of the pleasure she was reaching for. Just
enough to tease her into whimpering and arching her hips higher for more.
A shudder tore through her as he rubbed at the clenched, tight muscles of her vagina. The
pad of his finger rubbed in tiny circles, moved in short, easy strokes. His lips moved back to
her nipples, his tongue licked and stroked, and Lilly was certain she was going to melt to the
floor with the incredible pleasure racing through her and the imperative need for more.
“I can make it better, Lilly,” he whispered before nipping at the sensitive tip of her breast.
“What’s stopping you?” she cried out breathlessly. “Make it better. I dare you.”
Let him see if she tried to stop him. God, she wanted more so damned bad she was on the
verge of begging for it.
“You dare me, do you?” A quick, heated lick of her nipple had her jerking in reflexive
pleasure.
“Double-dare you,” she gasped.
His finger moved, retreated, only to return thicker, stronger, stretching the sensitive portal
of her pussy as her neck arched and a low, ragged cry tore from her lips.
A fiery aching pleasure centered in the very core of her, convulsing through her womb as
she almost, almost reached that peak she was searching for.
She was so close. Right there on the verge.
“Mr. Caine, we have company.” A harsh, rough voice spoke from the other room. It
sounded as though it came from a wild creature, one whose vocal ability was still more animal
than man.
Travis jerked against her, his hard body suddenly tense and prepared for battle rather than
focused entirely on her.
“Who is it, Nik?” he snarled.
“I do believe it’s the girl’s uncle,” the “Nik” in question answered. His voice, though lower,
was no less rough. “He’s demanding to speak with you.”
Demanding. Yes, that sounded like her uncle, but he’d picked a hell of a time to demand
anything.
Staring back at Travis, her body aching in regret, she watched, felt the complete distance he
placed between them.
“Would you like to freshen up
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