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just as turned on as he was. “I seem to be doing a very effective job of it. Why can’t I?”
She tried to make her brain work, knew that she should come up with a legitimate reason why he shouldn’t do this to her. But she was stumped. Well, and because she wanted him to stay right where he was. If she shifted…Juliette gasped when that movement caused crazy feelings to swarm over her, almost making her eyes roll back in her head with the pleasure that simple shift caused her.
She looked up at him, her hands gripping his shoulders as if her life might depend on not letting him go. Or move.
But he did it again and she gasped. Against her will, she arched her body into his, pressing herself against him. Oh my, he did it again and she groaned. “You have to stop,” she begged, but her body didn’t shift away from him.
Marcus looked down at the woman in his arms and could honestly say this was the closest he’d ever come to having sex with a woman while fully clothed. And it turned him on more than anything he’d ever done in his life. She was writhing in his arms and, if he didn’t know she was at least twenty-four or twenty-five, he would swear this was the first time she’d ever done something like this. He shifted again, unable to stop himself from giving her maximum pleasure. When he’d chased after her, doing something like this had been the absolute last thing on his mind.
Okay, well, not the last thing.
Now, making sure she climaxed in his arms was the only thing he could think of. Rational thought, reasonable excuses and caution were gone. All he wanted was to see this delectable woman with all of her soft curves and glowing smile, splinter apart in his arms. As her body trembled in his arms, he honestly could say that he’d never seen anyone more beautiful. Her mouth opened up and her dark lashes feathered against her skin while the orgasm overwhelmed her.
When the shivers slowed and Juliette opened her eyes, she was all soft curves, glowing brown eyes and soft, pink lips. And damn, but he hurt. His body was aching to rip her clothes off and bury himself inside of her soft, liquid heat.
Unfortunately, as reality returned, he could see that she was horrified by what had just happened. “Please let me up,” she whispered, her porcelain skin turning pink and those dark lashes lowered to cover her previously glowing eyes.
“No,” he told her. “Come back to the house with me. Let me show you how it is really supposed to happen.”
Juliette’s beautiful skin turned an impossible red color and she shoved against his enormous shoulders. “Please. Just…can I get up?” she begged him.
Marcus was not immune to the quiver in her voice and he rolled over, helping her onto her feet. “Thank you,” she whispered. Reaching into her bag, she retrieved the remote control and extended her hand. “I’m sorry. I…”
She bit her lip, that same lip that he wanted to bite. And taste.
“Juliette,” he started to say but she stepped backwards. “Please, I really just need to go.”
He knew that he should stop her, that they should talk about what had just happened. But there was something about the stiffness to her shoulders that told him to give her a bit of space. “Okay. What time are you coming back?” he asked, taking the remote. He almost dropped it because their fingers started to touch and she jerked back. Apparently, even casual touching between the two of them was not allowed.
She shook her head and raised her hand. Marcus wasn’t sure if she was waving goodbye to him or just warding him off. Either way, he didn’t like it.
Without another word, she turned and ran towards the pastures. Not even a glance back, he thought.
With frustration, he stormed back into the house. He turned on the television and tried to find the game, but was too furious with her. First the cookies and that outfit, then her orgasm in his arms…what was a man to do? Besides pick her up and make love to her,
She tried to make her brain work, knew that she should come up with a legitimate reason why he shouldn’t do this to her. But she was stumped. Well, and because she wanted him to stay right where he was. If she shifted…Juliette gasped when that movement caused crazy feelings to swarm over her, almost making her eyes roll back in her head with the pleasure that simple shift caused her.
She looked up at him, her hands gripping his shoulders as if her life might depend on not letting him go. Or move.
But he did it again and she gasped. Against her will, she arched her body into his, pressing herself against him. Oh my, he did it again and she groaned. “You have to stop,” she begged, but her body didn’t shift away from him.
Marcus looked down at the woman in his arms and could honestly say this was the closest he’d ever come to having sex with a woman while fully clothed. And it turned him on more than anything he’d ever done in his life. She was writhing in his arms and, if he didn’t know she was at least twenty-four or twenty-five, he would swear this was the first time she’d ever done something like this. He shifted again, unable to stop himself from giving her maximum pleasure. When he’d chased after her, doing something like this had been the absolute last thing on his mind.
Okay, well, not the last thing.
Now, making sure she climaxed in his arms was the only thing he could think of. Rational thought, reasonable excuses and caution were gone. All he wanted was to see this delectable woman with all of her soft curves and glowing smile, splinter apart in his arms. As her body trembled in his arms, he honestly could say that he’d never seen anyone more beautiful. Her mouth opened up and her dark lashes feathered against her skin while the orgasm overwhelmed her.
When the shivers slowed and Juliette opened her eyes, she was all soft curves, glowing brown eyes and soft, pink lips. And damn, but he hurt. His body was aching to rip her clothes off and bury himself inside of her soft, liquid heat.
Unfortunately, as reality returned, he could see that she was horrified by what had just happened. “Please let me up,” she whispered, her porcelain skin turning pink and those dark lashes lowered to cover her previously glowing eyes.
“No,” he told her. “Come back to the house with me. Let me show you how it is really supposed to happen.”
Juliette’s beautiful skin turned an impossible red color and she shoved against his enormous shoulders. “Please. Just…can I get up?” she begged him.
Marcus was not immune to the quiver in her voice and he rolled over, helping her onto her feet. “Thank you,” she whispered. Reaching into her bag, she retrieved the remote control and extended her hand. “I’m sorry. I…”
She bit her lip, that same lip that he wanted to bite. And taste.
“Juliette,” he started to say but she stepped backwards. “Please, I really just need to go.”
He knew that he should stop her, that they should talk about what had just happened. But there was something about the stiffness to her shoulders that told him to give her a bit of space. “Okay. What time are you coming back?” he asked, taking the remote. He almost dropped it because their fingers started to touch and she jerked back. Apparently, even casual touching between the two of them was not allowed.
She shook her head and raised her hand. Marcus wasn’t sure if she was waving goodbye to him or just warding him off. Either way, he didn’t like it.
Without another word, she turned and ran towards the pastures. Not even a glance back, he thought.
With frustration, he stormed back into the house. He turned on the television and tried to find the game, but was too furious with her. First the cookies and that outfit, then her orgasm in his arms…what was a man to do? Besides pick her up and make love to her,
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