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Authors: Aj Matthews
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turning on Grinnell to a pale yellow house with a whitewashed wood fence surrounding a tiny yard. He unlatches the gate, and we run to a two-story structure to the right of the house. A flight of stairs leads us to the apartment above the garage.
He unlocks the door in a flash, and we duck inside. A gust of wind slams the door with a heavy thud.
Rain pelts the roof and the wild winds echo through the eaves.
The angry weather is nothing compared to the storm brewing in this little room.
My fingers fumble at the buttons of his dripping shirt, revealing his well-muscled chest, the rippled lines of his abs.
I lower my head to lick his skin, the slick, salty warmth an oasis to my sex-starved senses.
Shay’s throaty groan makes me hungrier.
I push the shirt from his shoulders, the buttons clicking on the hard tile as it hits the floor.
I reach for his belt and undo the zipper, the crisp sound inviting me to kneel and slide the shorts over his hard thighs. His erection strains against the black knit of his boxers, and I hook my fingers into the elastic, eager to taste him.
He grips my wrists and drags me against him.
I melt at the chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh contact.
“Sweet Thea.” He strokes a callused finger across my cheek, over my lip. I draw his thumb between my lips and suck on it.
His devilish pseudo-smile flares up, and I grin back.
“Why can’t I stop kissing you?” I quake at the rumble of his voice.
A rhetorical question with no answer.
I can’t stop kissing him either.
He sucks on my lower lip, and I shiver.
If my panties were damp before, they’re now drenched.
Tingles of pleasure skitter across my skin as he tangles his hands into my hair, loosened from the elastic by the strong winds and heavy downpour. I cling tighter to his solid frame, my soft curves molding to his hard planes.
He deepens the kiss and explores the recesses of my mouth, his wet tongue dueling with mine in a battle of wills I’m sure to lose. My hands move of their own volition, stroking the thick hair at the nape of his neck.
He drags his lips from mine and trails hot kisses across my jaw to my neck, arousing sharp, prickling, swirling sensations I’d never imagined were possible.
Thunder rattles the windows, and the vibrations radiate to my toes.
He kisses me again, and I dip my tongue inside, savoring the malty hint of beer clinging to his mouth. The coil of desire tightening inside me the last couple of days is unraveling.
The realization hits me like a boulder.
Shay will be the last man I make love to in my present state. He’ll be the last to know the real me. It’s a heady thought, and I want to give him every last bit of me.
His lips leave mine again, and I clutch at him in desperation.
The light kisses he dusts across my cheeks, my chin, my nose, they are gentle and sweet.
Heartwarming—and scary.
I remind myself to suppress such emotions.
This is a straight-up vacation fling.
That. Is. All.
His kisses escalate from gentle to hard, slow to frantic, sweet to sexy.
He’ll be the death of me. I can’t take this teasing any longer.
I stroke my tongue across his full lower lip, nipping it with my teeth. He responds in kind, and I growl, the primitive sound surprising me.
A moan erupts from him too. I move away, and he reaches for me. But his protests turn to satisfied grunts as I yank my shirt off, then unfasten my water-logged shorts and kick them to the floor.
My nipples are tingling, my breasts heaving as I gulp for air under his heated gaze.
The need for him to see me is a hot, delicious ache in the pit of my stomach.
I reach behind my back to unhook my bra, but he reaches out and stops me.
“Please,” he chokes out, “let me.”
I turn my back and lift my hair. His long fingers trail a path of fire from my nape to my spine before unhooking the bra. He pushes the straps off my shoulders and slides the cups away, my heavy breasts spilling forward into his eager hands.
My knees buckle
He unlocks the door in a flash, and we duck inside. A gust of wind slams the door with a heavy thud.
Rain pelts the roof and the wild winds echo through the eaves.
The angry weather is nothing compared to the storm brewing in this little room.
My fingers fumble at the buttons of his dripping shirt, revealing his well-muscled chest, the rippled lines of his abs.
I lower my head to lick his skin, the slick, salty warmth an oasis to my sex-starved senses.
Shay’s throaty groan makes me hungrier.
I push the shirt from his shoulders, the buttons clicking on the hard tile as it hits the floor.
I reach for his belt and undo the zipper, the crisp sound inviting me to kneel and slide the shorts over his hard thighs. His erection strains against the black knit of his boxers, and I hook my fingers into the elastic, eager to taste him.
He grips my wrists and drags me against him.
I melt at the chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh contact.
“Sweet Thea.” He strokes a callused finger across my cheek, over my lip. I draw his thumb between my lips and suck on it.
His devilish pseudo-smile flares up, and I grin back.
“Why can’t I stop kissing you?” I quake at the rumble of his voice.
A rhetorical question with no answer.
I can’t stop kissing him either.
He sucks on my lower lip, and I shiver.
If my panties were damp before, they’re now drenched.
Tingles of pleasure skitter across my skin as he tangles his hands into my hair, loosened from the elastic by the strong winds and heavy downpour. I cling tighter to his solid frame, my soft curves molding to his hard planes.
He deepens the kiss and explores the recesses of my mouth, his wet tongue dueling with mine in a battle of wills I’m sure to lose. My hands move of their own volition, stroking the thick hair at the nape of his neck.
He drags his lips from mine and trails hot kisses across my jaw to my neck, arousing sharp, prickling, swirling sensations I’d never imagined were possible.
Thunder rattles the windows, and the vibrations radiate to my toes.
He kisses me again, and I dip my tongue inside, savoring the malty hint of beer clinging to his mouth. The coil of desire tightening inside me the last couple of days is unraveling.
The realization hits me like a boulder.
Shay will be the last man I make love to in my present state. He’ll be the last to know the real me. It’s a heady thought, and I want to give him every last bit of me.
His lips leave mine again, and I clutch at him in desperation.
The light kisses he dusts across my cheeks, my chin, my nose, they are gentle and sweet.
Heartwarming—and scary.
I remind myself to suppress such emotions.
This is a straight-up vacation fling.
That. Is. All.
His kisses escalate from gentle to hard, slow to frantic, sweet to sexy.
He’ll be the death of me. I can’t take this teasing any longer.
I stroke my tongue across his full lower lip, nipping it with my teeth. He responds in kind, and I growl, the primitive sound surprising me.
A moan erupts from him too. I move away, and he reaches for me. But his protests turn to satisfied grunts as I yank my shirt off, then unfasten my water-logged shorts and kick them to the floor.
My nipples are tingling, my breasts heaving as I gulp for air under his heated gaze.
The need for him to see me is a hot, delicious ache in the pit of my stomach.
I reach behind my back to unhook my bra, but he reaches out and stops me.
“Please,” he chokes out, “let me.”
I turn my back and lift my hair. His long fingers trail a path of fire from my nape to my spine before unhooking the bra. He pushes the straps off my shoulders and slides the cups away, my heavy breasts spilling forward into his eager hands.
My knees buckle
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