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jeans like he intended to use it. He slung it over the
back of a chair, the silver buckle rattling against the wrought iron.
“Knees apart,” he
said. “I want to see how wet you are before you take my cock
again.”
At some point in my
life, I must have had everything between my legs lasered into a neat,
narrow triangle and nothing else. Thank God for that, I thought,
letting my knees fall open.
“What a pretty little
pussy,” Drex said, unzipping his pants. “And the wettest I’ve
ever seen.”
“It’s your fault,”
I said, stretching my arms above my head.
“I take full
responsibility.”
Kicking off his boots,
he let them thump to the floor. He pushed his pants and briefs down
and stepped out of them, revealing his full masculine glory. I looked
at him, a knot forming in my throat. I’d begun to feel like the
most unlucky woman on earth, a nameless wanderer with three days of
bad memories and a black cloud over my head.
But being with a man
like this – maybe life was worth living after all. If only for one
amazing night.
CHAPTER SIX
I’d promised myself I
would be a gentleman.
I would not, under any
circumstances, tear Jane apart behind closed doors, in a kitchen, or
on a table surrounded by smashed glass. But apparently my promises
were hollow, because I was breaking them left and right.
I’d fucked thirty
women – all right, more than that – who were dolled-up, made-up,
primped, and fake-eyelashed to within an inch of their lives. But
nothing could equal Jane, with her naked, sun-kissed skin and those
eyes, so big and blue makeup would only hide them. She was completely
vulnerable, exposed, and open to me. Wide open and oh, so wet.
“How badly do you
want it?” I asked. “Say it out loud.”
She bit her lower lip
and then took a quick breath, making her breasts swell. “Like it’s
my first time,” she said.
“It might be, baby.”
In fact, mine might be
the only cock she’d ever had. And everything primitive and
possessive inside me got off on that like crazy.
I hadn’t gone to the
police or even made her see a doctor, but I was about to fuck her
senseless without even using protection. I knew I still had a
reckless streak, but making condom-less love to a sexy amnesiac was a
stretch even for me.
Tomorrow.
I’d go back to being
smart in the morning. But right now, I was going to enjoy every
second of this. Chances were it wouldn’t last twenty-four hours
anyway. She’d remember who she was, or some assclown would crawl
out of the woodwork looking for her.
Whoever he was, he
didn’t deserve her. I was positive of that without knowing a thing
about her, or him.
When she felt the tip
of my cock, she recoiled on instinct. I smiled and felt myself grow
even thicker. I was much too proud of being well-equipped, but oh,
well. Some of us were just lucky that way.
“I won’t hurt you,”
I said. “Too much.”
A warm wind blew in off
the terrace, bringing in the earthy smell of sage and creosote
leaves. Nothing around, nobody to stop us. Just miles of empty desert
and a defenseless bombshell lying on the table like the main course.
“Did you feel how
hard you made me this afternoon?” I gave her an inch and let her
writhe on it. She seemed to be trying to get away and get more at the
same time.
“Yes,” she said in
a sex-hoarsened voice. “I felt it against my belly.”
“I could have fucked
you right there. Dragged you into the men’s room of that bar and
taken you against the wall.”
“I wish you had.”
Christ, if only I had
known. It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d given it to a
woman at The Dead End, but Jane – she wasn’t just any woman. With
that body, she could turn a dive bar bathroom into my own personal
paradise.
“I’ll make it worth
the wait,” I said, and forced myself halfway inside her.
Spread out in front of
me, skin illuminated by the chandelier, she was a vision of sultry
beauty. Though she was slender, her thighs were
back of a chair, the silver buckle rattling against the wrought iron.
“Knees apart,” he
said. “I want to see how wet you are before you take my cock
again.”
At some point in my
life, I must have had everything between my legs lasered into a neat,
narrow triangle and nothing else. Thank God for that, I thought,
letting my knees fall open.
“What a pretty little
pussy,” Drex said, unzipping his pants. “And the wettest I’ve
ever seen.”
“It’s your fault,”
I said, stretching my arms above my head.
“I take full
responsibility.”
Kicking off his boots,
he let them thump to the floor. He pushed his pants and briefs down
and stepped out of them, revealing his full masculine glory. I looked
at him, a knot forming in my throat. I’d begun to feel like the
most unlucky woman on earth, a nameless wanderer with three days of
bad memories and a black cloud over my head.
But being with a man
like this – maybe life was worth living after all. If only for one
amazing night.
CHAPTER SIX
I’d promised myself I
would be a gentleman.
I would not, under any
circumstances, tear Jane apart behind closed doors, in a kitchen, or
on a table surrounded by smashed glass. But apparently my promises
were hollow, because I was breaking them left and right.
I’d fucked thirty
women – all right, more than that – who were dolled-up, made-up,
primped, and fake-eyelashed to within an inch of their lives. But
nothing could equal Jane, with her naked, sun-kissed skin and those
eyes, so big and blue makeup would only hide them. She was completely
vulnerable, exposed, and open to me. Wide open and oh, so wet.
“How badly do you
want it?” I asked. “Say it out loud.”
She bit her lower lip
and then took a quick breath, making her breasts swell. “Like it’s
my first time,” she said.
“It might be, baby.”
In fact, mine might be
the only cock she’d ever had. And everything primitive and
possessive inside me got off on that like crazy.
I hadn’t gone to the
police or even made her see a doctor, but I was about to fuck her
senseless without even using protection. I knew I still had a
reckless streak, but making condom-less love to a sexy amnesiac was a
stretch even for me.
Tomorrow.
I’d go back to being
smart in the morning. But right now, I was going to enjoy every
second of this. Chances were it wouldn’t last twenty-four hours
anyway. She’d remember who she was, or some assclown would crawl
out of the woodwork looking for her.
Whoever he was, he
didn’t deserve her. I was positive of that without knowing a thing
about her, or him.
When she felt the tip
of my cock, she recoiled on instinct. I smiled and felt myself grow
even thicker. I was much too proud of being well-equipped, but oh,
well. Some of us were just lucky that way.
“I won’t hurt you,”
I said. “Too much.”
A warm wind blew in off
the terrace, bringing in the earthy smell of sage and creosote
leaves. Nothing around, nobody to stop us. Just miles of empty desert
and a defenseless bombshell lying on the table like the main course.
“Did you feel how
hard you made me this afternoon?” I gave her an inch and let her
writhe on it. She seemed to be trying to get away and get more at the
same time.
“Yes,” she said in
a sex-hoarsened voice. “I felt it against my belly.”
“I could have fucked
you right there. Dragged you into the men’s room of that bar and
taken you against the wall.”
“I wish you had.”
Christ, if only I had
known. It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d given it to a
woman at The Dead End, but Jane – she wasn’t just any woman. With
that body, she could turn a dive bar bathroom into my own personal
paradise.
“I’ll make it worth
the wait,” I said, and forced myself halfway inside her.
Spread out in front of
me, skin illuminated by the chandelier, she was a vision of sultry
beauty. Though she was slender, her thighs were
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