sex clenched with renewed desire. His lips were stained with her moisture. His eyes glimmered with such intensity, such primal need, that if she wasn’t standing bare-assed in the woods with her pants around her ankles, she would have run. She didn’t want intense, she wanted fun sex—for the next four weeks. He’d agreed to that, but what she saw in his eyes now had her worried. Panic stricken. God help her, he stared at her as if she was the only woman he’d ever wanted, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of her body.
Then he licked his lips. She had to briefly close her eyes to stop from moaning, but then widened them when he pressed the head of his erection between her thighs. Kissing her entrance he gripped her hips, then leaned forward and nipped her shoulder. “Please tell me you’re still on the pill. I didn’t bring a condom because I didn’t want to assume...” he trailed off, rubbing the tip between her wet folds.
“Yes,” she hissed, and ground her rear back, so turned on that he hadn’t planned for anything like this to happen. For once a man had listened to her, understood, and whether he’d liked it or not, had respected her choices. Even if she’d changed her mind.
“Good,” he said, then drove into her with a low moan.
Holding her hips, he kept himself still, stretching her, filling her, penetrating so deep she had to suck in a ragged breath to keep from crying out. When he slowly withdrew, dragging his erection from between her clenched inner muscles, she closed her eyes. Every over sensitized nerve ending tingled from the friction. When he slid inside again, her belly tightened, goose bumps rose over her heated skin, and she leaned forward, let her body lay sprawled against the warm hood of the Ranger.
The sun heated her back, and a balmy breeze rustled through the trees and caused wisps of her hair to drift around her face. She raised her rear and welcomed every hard thrust. God, she’d missed him. While he might stand over a foot taller, and weigh twice as much as her, when they had sex, the fit was beyond perfect.
With her breasts smashed against the hood of the Ranger, her rear high in the air, she met each thrust, each rock of his hips. As hot as this moment was, she wished they were face to face. She wanted to watch his handsome face as he strained over her, wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him, cocoon herself in his big body. When he reached around and thumbed her clit, she closed her eyes. Tremors built in her womb, then spiraled through her belly.
Needing to be closer to him, she shoved herself up and braced her arms against the Ranger. He did the same, covered her hands with his, leaned his chest into her back and pounded into her. The hair along his torso, tickled her spine, his biceps caged her, his breath puffed against her neck.
“You feel so damn good,” he said. “So hot, so wet.” He punctuated the last word with a slow deep thrust. “Come for me, Valentina. I love the little sounds you make when I’m inside you, but you have no idea how much I love to make you scream. Come for me.” He nipped, then kissed her shoulder causing more goose bumps to zip along her skin. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
Other than Colt, she’d never given her body so freely. She’d had sex, but not like this. Not that “I don’t care what you do with my body, so long as you’re the one doing it” sex. And he was doing it. Driving her to that plain she’d first discovered in Denver. Making her come alive, sensually, sexually, something no other man had done before. The thought scared her, exhilarated her, and at the same time made her want to weep.
Four weeks, that’s all she had with him. Four weeks of sex. And as he thrust inside her, reached around and found her clit, she worried four weeks wouldn’t be enough, just as her body exploded with one of the harshest, hottest, and most turbulent orgasms she’d experienced in her life.
In that moment, he
Then he licked his lips. She had to briefly close her eyes to stop from moaning, but then widened them when he pressed the head of his erection between her thighs. Kissing her entrance he gripped her hips, then leaned forward and nipped her shoulder. “Please tell me you’re still on the pill. I didn’t bring a condom because I didn’t want to assume...” he trailed off, rubbing the tip between her wet folds.
“Yes,” she hissed, and ground her rear back, so turned on that he hadn’t planned for anything like this to happen. For once a man had listened to her, understood, and whether he’d liked it or not, had respected her choices. Even if she’d changed her mind.
“Good,” he said, then drove into her with a low moan.
Holding her hips, he kept himself still, stretching her, filling her, penetrating so deep she had to suck in a ragged breath to keep from crying out. When he slowly withdrew, dragging his erection from between her clenched inner muscles, she closed her eyes. Every over sensitized nerve ending tingled from the friction. When he slid inside again, her belly tightened, goose bumps rose over her heated skin, and she leaned forward, let her body lay sprawled against the warm hood of the Ranger.
The sun heated her back, and a balmy breeze rustled through the trees and caused wisps of her hair to drift around her face. She raised her rear and welcomed every hard thrust. God, she’d missed him. While he might stand over a foot taller, and weigh twice as much as her, when they had sex, the fit was beyond perfect.
With her breasts smashed against the hood of the Ranger, her rear high in the air, she met each thrust, each rock of his hips. As hot as this moment was, she wished they were face to face. She wanted to watch his handsome face as he strained over her, wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him, cocoon herself in his big body. When he reached around and thumbed her clit, she closed her eyes. Tremors built in her womb, then spiraled through her belly.
Needing to be closer to him, she shoved herself up and braced her arms against the Ranger. He did the same, covered her hands with his, leaned his chest into her back and pounded into her. The hair along his torso, tickled her spine, his biceps caged her, his breath puffed against her neck.
“You feel so damn good,” he said. “So hot, so wet.” He punctuated the last word with a slow deep thrust. “Come for me, Valentina. I love the little sounds you make when I’m inside you, but you have no idea how much I love to make you scream. Come for me.” He nipped, then kissed her shoulder causing more goose bumps to zip along her skin. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
Other than Colt, she’d never given her body so freely. She’d had sex, but not like this. Not that “I don’t care what you do with my body, so long as you’re the one doing it” sex. And he was doing it. Driving her to that plain she’d first discovered in Denver. Making her come alive, sensually, sexually, something no other man had done before. The thought scared her, exhilarated her, and at the same time made her want to weep.
Four weeks, that’s all she had with him. Four weeks of sex. And as he thrust inside her, reached around and found her clit, she worried four weeks wouldn’t be enough, just as her body exploded with one of the harshest, hottest, and most turbulent orgasms she’d experienced in her life.
In that moment, he
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