his fingers. His touch made her feel restless with wanting more.
He pulled back and gasped for air. His gaze dropped to his hand. “Tell me you want this.”
She licked her dry lips. She did. She wanted it bad, but admitting it would mean disregarding her rule of love before sex.
“Tell me you want it right here. Right now.” He lowered his face once more and fed her a wet kiss before he slid his mouth to her neck just below her ear. “I hear there was a wedding today. It only seems fitting that you say I do.”
“Mmm.”
“You’re beautiful and perfect and I want to put my mouth on your breasts.” His grasp tightened. “Tell me you want it, too.”
God help her, she did.
“The other day at the lake, I wanted to do this and a lot more. A lot more. I can’t recall ever wanting anything the way I wanted to kiss you and touch you and chew your bikini off.”
“I didn’t think you liked me.” She ran her hands over his shoulders and arms, and her fingers through his hair. “I thought I might have annoyed you.”
“Oh, you did.” His soft laughter brushed the shell of her ear. “But only because I wanted to jump on you. Now it’s worse. I don’t want to jump on you, Becca Ramsey.
Her hands stilled.
“I want to make love to you.” He slid his open mouth to the hollow of her throat. “Tell me you want it, too. Tell me you’re going to die if I don’t touch you all over. Tell me you’re going to die if you don’t touch me all over, too. I’ve never asked a girl to tell me she wanted me as bad as I want her, but I’m asking ’cause I got a feeling I’m going to want more from you. I want more than sex. Tell me you want to make love.”
There was only thing left for her to say. “I do.”
For the second time that day, chaos broke out at the JH. Shoes flew and clothes dropped to the hay. A hot fury of hands and mouths touched and tore at each other. Becca ran her palms over the defined balls of Nate’s biceps and corded muscles of forearms. The guy lifted engines instead of weights and it showed in tight skin and beautiful hard body. She shoved her stomach into his and felt the rigid length of his hot erection against her crotch. “I do, Nate,” she gasped. “I really really do.”
Naked, he pressed her to his hot chest and kissed her soul-deep and walked backward with her to the bale of hay. He sat with her standing between his legs, then pulled her closer until she felt his hot breath brush her breast. His gaze looked up into her and he took her nipple into his wet mouth. His eyes closed and his groan vibrated his lips and tongue. Waves of pleasure rolled through her and she ran her fingers through his hair. He knew what he was doing, stabbing and licking and softly sucking each breast until she wanted to beg him to stop even as she wanted to beg him to never stop. As if he read her mind, he looked up at her and slid his hand between her legs. “I love that I make you wet.” A sexy smile curved his lips and lit his sleepy blue eyes. “You want me inside.”
She nodded. “I do.”
He grabbed a condom out of the wallet he’d tossed on the hay bale and tore at the package. “I want you to straddle my lap.” He rolled the lubricated latex over the spongy head of his penis and down the thick, long shaft to his dark pubic hair. “No need for both of us to get hay in our ass.” He reached for her waist and she climbed on him. Through the growing darkness inside the loft, his gaze sought hers, intense and heavy with the same lust that wanted him inside her. He paused to kiss her breasts before he positioned his erection between her legs and grasped her thigh. He pushed her down as he thrust up, and in one smooth stroke, he buried himself deep inside like a hot knife. His grasped tightened on her thigh and her back arched. She cried out in pain and the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever felt in her life.
“Damn,” he said between clenched teeth. “You feel good. Hot and so
He pulled back and gasped for air. His gaze dropped to his hand. “Tell me you want this.”
She licked her dry lips. She did. She wanted it bad, but admitting it would mean disregarding her rule of love before sex.
“Tell me you want it right here. Right now.” He lowered his face once more and fed her a wet kiss before he slid his mouth to her neck just below her ear. “I hear there was a wedding today. It only seems fitting that you say I do.”
“Mmm.”
“You’re beautiful and perfect and I want to put my mouth on your breasts.” His grasp tightened. “Tell me you want it, too.”
God help her, she did.
“The other day at the lake, I wanted to do this and a lot more. A lot more. I can’t recall ever wanting anything the way I wanted to kiss you and touch you and chew your bikini off.”
“I didn’t think you liked me.” She ran her hands over his shoulders and arms, and her fingers through his hair. “I thought I might have annoyed you.”
“Oh, you did.” His soft laughter brushed the shell of her ear. “But only because I wanted to jump on you. Now it’s worse. I don’t want to jump on you, Becca Ramsey.
Her hands stilled.
“I want to make love to you.” He slid his open mouth to the hollow of her throat. “Tell me you want it, too. Tell me you’re going to die if I don’t touch you all over. Tell me you’re going to die if you don’t touch me all over, too. I’ve never asked a girl to tell me she wanted me as bad as I want her, but I’m asking ’cause I got a feeling I’m going to want more from you. I want more than sex. Tell me you want to make love.”
There was only thing left for her to say. “I do.”
For the second time that day, chaos broke out at the JH. Shoes flew and clothes dropped to the hay. A hot fury of hands and mouths touched and tore at each other. Becca ran her palms over the defined balls of Nate’s biceps and corded muscles of forearms. The guy lifted engines instead of weights and it showed in tight skin and beautiful hard body. She shoved her stomach into his and felt the rigid length of his hot erection against her crotch. “I do, Nate,” she gasped. “I really really do.”
Naked, he pressed her to his hot chest and kissed her soul-deep and walked backward with her to the bale of hay. He sat with her standing between his legs, then pulled her closer until she felt his hot breath brush her breast. His gaze looked up into her and he took her nipple into his wet mouth. His eyes closed and his groan vibrated his lips and tongue. Waves of pleasure rolled through her and she ran her fingers through his hair. He knew what he was doing, stabbing and licking and softly sucking each breast until she wanted to beg him to stop even as she wanted to beg him to never stop. As if he read her mind, he looked up at her and slid his hand between her legs. “I love that I make you wet.” A sexy smile curved his lips and lit his sleepy blue eyes. “You want me inside.”
She nodded. “I do.”
He grabbed a condom out of the wallet he’d tossed on the hay bale and tore at the package. “I want you to straddle my lap.” He rolled the lubricated latex over the spongy head of his penis and down the thick, long shaft to his dark pubic hair. “No need for both of us to get hay in our ass.” He reached for her waist and she climbed on him. Through the growing darkness inside the loft, his gaze sought hers, intense and heavy with the same lust that wanted him inside her. He paused to kiss her breasts before he positioned his erection between her legs and grasped her thigh. He pushed her down as he thrust up, and in one smooth stroke, he buried himself deep inside like a hot knife. His grasped tightened on her thigh and her back arched. She cried out in pain and the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever felt in her life.
“Damn,” he said between clenched teeth. “You feel good. Hot and so
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