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back, and tenderness cracked open inside him at the naked hunger in her eyes.
“Breathe Mina, breathe.”
She groaned instead and rocked against him.
She sucked in several deep gulps of air, and then she was out of his arms, before he could pull her back.
She stayed within the confines of his legs, looked down at him, her eyes gorgeous points of heat in her aroused face.
Breasts heaving, she lifted her arms and yanked the sundress over her head, a sole dainty thong greeted his eyes.
H e’d just died and gone to an unwarranted reward.
Her chest pumped up and down and standing tall in their glory, her full breasts moved to the harsh rhythm of her breathing.
H e forgot to think. With a quick, rough movement he caught her and hauled her astride him. His lips clamped hungrily over a thrusting nipple.
She cried out, raked his shoulders with those kitten claws, he groaned and suckled her even more strongly.
Gripping her compact, shapely rear, he squeezed and molded the juicy flesh. He couldn’t touch enough of her. Running his hands down the length of her long legs, locked on either side of him, restraint and reason began to unravel.
She grasped the short curls at the back of his head and tugged his mouth away from her breasts to her lips.
“Is this what you want?” he growled, needing to hear her say it.
She licked her bottom lip with slow precision, making him wince in agony, “Yes.”
He ravaged the insides of her mouth with unfettered desire, plunging and tangling with her tongue until he was dizzy and wanted nothing more than to sink deeper inside her.
She whimpered brokenly, twisting against him, broke away, her eyes were wild, her breathing haggard.
“Please Hunter,” she begged against his lips, her hands traveled lower and he jerked under the tentative play of her fingers over his hardened flesh.
She watched his response, her own eyes were needy and … honest.
Her strokes went from unsure to tormented pleasure when she cupped his sack. His eyes crossed.
Dammit! How he wanted her. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t have traded at that moment to have her. But the guilt, the irony of what he’d done to be in this situation in the first place sat unmoving in his brain.
With shaking hands he lifted her fingers away from him. “I can’t,” he croaked.
Silence fell between them like a loadstone, their rough breathing the only sounds.
The shutters came down in her eyes, but they couldn’t quite hide the sting of rejection.
The urge to confess choked him but how could he say, I can’t sleep with you because I fucked a nympho to keep you from learning that I’ve been lying to you all this time about who I really am?
He waited for her rage. Seconds passed, then a minute but there was … nothing.
She simply froze atop his lap, her naked body silky in the afternoon sunlight.
She began trembling, her hands came up halfway then stopped. She’d intended to cover her breasts but at the last moment her natural courage had reasserted itself. He admired her even more.
She clenched her hands into small fists. “Do you find me unattractive?” the words wobbled, underscoring the strength it took for her to say them.
He barked a laugh, reached out, she flinched away, he grasped her ass and crushed it against the stone ridge in his swimming trunks. “Does that feel like repulsion?”
She shuddered, shook her hea d. Her face was blotted with confusion. “I don’t understand. You want me. I want you now too. Why?”
It was his turn to hedge, to reach for courage he didn’t have. “Things have gotten a little more complicated since you agreed to give us a try.”
Anger flashed in her eyes. “What?” she demanded, jealousy flashing in her eyes.
It was both adorable and frightening.
He fought to summon some logical explanation. “Sex will be a major move for us. If we come together now there’ll be no turning back. I won’t want to wait. Are you ready to marry me tomorrow?”
She stared
“Breathe Mina, breathe.”
She groaned instead and rocked against him.
She sucked in several deep gulps of air, and then she was out of his arms, before he could pull her back.
She stayed within the confines of his legs, looked down at him, her eyes gorgeous points of heat in her aroused face.
Breasts heaving, she lifted her arms and yanked the sundress over her head, a sole dainty thong greeted his eyes.
H e’d just died and gone to an unwarranted reward.
Her chest pumped up and down and standing tall in their glory, her full breasts moved to the harsh rhythm of her breathing.
H e forgot to think. With a quick, rough movement he caught her and hauled her astride him. His lips clamped hungrily over a thrusting nipple.
She cried out, raked his shoulders with those kitten claws, he groaned and suckled her even more strongly.
Gripping her compact, shapely rear, he squeezed and molded the juicy flesh. He couldn’t touch enough of her. Running his hands down the length of her long legs, locked on either side of him, restraint and reason began to unravel.
She grasped the short curls at the back of his head and tugged his mouth away from her breasts to her lips.
“Is this what you want?” he growled, needing to hear her say it.
She licked her bottom lip with slow precision, making him wince in agony, “Yes.”
He ravaged the insides of her mouth with unfettered desire, plunging and tangling with her tongue until he was dizzy and wanted nothing more than to sink deeper inside her.
She whimpered brokenly, twisting against him, broke away, her eyes were wild, her breathing haggard.
“Please Hunter,” she begged against his lips, her hands traveled lower and he jerked under the tentative play of her fingers over his hardened flesh.
She watched his response, her own eyes were needy and … honest.
Her strokes went from unsure to tormented pleasure when she cupped his sack. His eyes crossed.
Dammit! How he wanted her. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t have traded at that moment to have her. But the guilt, the irony of what he’d done to be in this situation in the first place sat unmoving in his brain.
With shaking hands he lifted her fingers away from him. “I can’t,” he croaked.
Silence fell between them like a loadstone, their rough breathing the only sounds.
The shutters came down in her eyes, but they couldn’t quite hide the sting of rejection.
The urge to confess choked him but how could he say, I can’t sleep with you because I fucked a nympho to keep you from learning that I’ve been lying to you all this time about who I really am?
He waited for her rage. Seconds passed, then a minute but there was … nothing.
She simply froze atop his lap, her naked body silky in the afternoon sunlight.
She began trembling, her hands came up halfway then stopped. She’d intended to cover her breasts but at the last moment her natural courage had reasserted itself. He admired her even more.
She clenched her hands into small fists. “Do you find me unattractive?” the words wobbled, underscoring the strength it took for her to say them.
He barked a laugh, reached out, she flinched away, he grasped her ass and crushed it against the stone ridge in his swimming trunks. “Does that feel like repulsion?”
She shuddered, shook her hea d. Her face was blotted with confusion. “I don’t understand. You want me. I want you now too. Why?”
It was his turn to hedge, to reach for courage he didn’t have. “Things have gotten a little more complicated since you agreed to give us a try.”
Anger flashed in her eyes. “What?” she demanded, jealousy flashing in her eyes.
It was both adorable and frightening.
He fought to summon some logical explanation. “Sex will be a major move for us. If we come together now there’ll be no turning back. I won’t want to wait. Are you ready to marry me tomorrow?”
She stared
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