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and slide the zipper down. His cock pushes out of the V of his
open pants.
    Danny hooks his fingers under the hem of my top and pulls it
over my head. The cool air puckers my nipples.
    Before I touch his shaft, he pushes the hair out of my eyes
and grins. “Come on. There’s a better place for this.”
    He drags me from the theater. His smile is wide when he gets
me to his room.
    Again he pulls me to him, his hand at the nape of my neck.
“This is better.”
    Oh God. The bed.
    His lips find mine and his tongue teases. I pull back,
searching his eyes. They crinkle at the corners. It’s that little boy smile
that does me in. He looks so damned happy.
    Probably because he’s going to get laid.
    Fling. Just a fling. Oat sowing—that’s all.
    My gaze finds his dick, straining toward me, awaiting my touch.
My forefinger traces the edge of its head.
    Danny’s lids lower and he pushes his hips forward moans.
“Oh, yeah. That’s perfect.”
    It’s so hard. When I graze the end of it, it moves like it’s
got a mind of its own. I take hold of his cock, but my fingers can’t touch, its
girth is too big. He lets out a heavy breath when I slide to its root. He licks
his lips as I pull to the tip again.
    Then he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. “Okay. Enough
of that. My turn.”
    Even one handed he has my shorts at my ankles in two
seconds, his palm flat over my navel as he pushes me onto the bed. “I’ve been
dreaming about licking this pussy for far too long. It’s time I get to taste
you.”
    “Taste?” My mouth goes dry as all the moisture in my body
slips to my slit.
    He nods. “Hell, yeah. I’m going to suck it, lick it, slip my
tongue inside, and then do it again.”
    My gut hollows and my belly trembles. All I can do is stare
at his lips as he licks them again.
    He strips off his shirt and pushes his jeans down, shedding
them. Then he takes my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the mattress as
though his wrist isn’t stitched and bandaged. I bite my bottom lip. He falls
onto the bed next to me.
    His good hand goes to my breast. He massages one as his
mouth finds the other. His tongue circles my areola and flicks my pebbled
nipple. Each time he bumps it, there’s a direct pull on my womb.
    My pulse quickens and centers at my pussy. He cups my mound
over my panties, rubbing my clit through the fabric. He moves south, leaving a
fiery trail to my belly button. My fingers go to his crown, threading in his
long hair.
    He slides his tongue around the rim of my navel, so softly,
it almost tickles. Then he sucks there, slipping the tip of his tongue inside
and back out only to do it again. I let out a shaky breath as his finger
wriggles under the elastic at the edge of my curls. He pulls the fabric away,
and moves his head further down.
    I squeeze my knees together. “Danny.”
    He kisses the skin just above my curls and feathers his
tongue down into the exposed area. “Hmm?”
    I tighten my legs, but he moves so his chin pushes between
them.
    “Danny?”
    He pulls the waist band of my underwear further down, and his
tongue flicks over my clit. A jolt of electricity shoots through me. I arch my
back, and my legs open just a bit. Danny moves so his elbow is wedged between my
legs, but doesn’t let go of my panties.
    Again the tip of his tongue glides over my bud, slower this
time. Another flash of energy zips through me.
    Then he latches on to that small, exposed part of my pussy
and sucks my nub. My hips move to tilt my pelvis forward. I don’t even mean to,
but it happens anyway. Danny yanks and my lace panties rip loose. He throws
them over his shoulder as he shoves his elbow further between my thighs,
shouldering his way in, separating my legs.
    My hand goes to his crown. It’s just sowing wild oats, right?
Oats are all right—a good thing even. I tighten my fingers in his hair when he
flattens his tongue and swipes it from the bottom to the top of my slit as his
hot mouth convinces me.
    “Oh, God,