Burned Deep (Burned 1)

He massaged my clit, picking up the pace.

I gasped and he used that opportunity to slip his tongue inside, toying with mine at first. Then he deepened the kiss. And moved his other hand to my backside, his fingers gliding along the cleft of my ass. He eased one into my pussy, penetrating from behind. My hips bucked.

Dragging his mouth from mine, he said, “You’re tight. My cock will be a snug fit.”

Fiery sensations sprang to life.

He wedged a second finger inside and pumped vigorously as he continued to rub the sensitive bud between my legs, with a bit more pressure and speed.

A moan leapt from my throat. My heavy panting filled the cabin of the limo.

“You’re close,” he said. As usual, cataloging everything about me.

“Yes.”

He worked me a bit faster and I felt the threads unravel.

“Dane.” I had no other thoughts in my head. Sensation consumed me. The blaze brightened and then, when his teeth pulled on my lower lip, I lost it completely. “Oh, God!” I cried out as I shattered at his mercy. “Dane!”

I came even harder this time. Every fiber of my being lit, every feeling to the depths of my soul centered wholly on him and the intense pleasure he gave me.

His fingers continued to massage and stroke as the orgasm went on and on. My inner thighs quivered again. My stomach tightened.

A strong, erratic pulse echoed in my ears. Irrational, raw urges clawed at me. I had to touch him. I had to press my body to his. I had to have him. Now.

“Dane,” I said, my voice a mere wisp of air. “Untie me. Please.”

He didn’t. Rather, he lifted the hand at the apex of my legs and swiped the tip of his finger over my lips. Then his tongue smoothed over it, tasting me, before he kissed me. Deeply. Passionately. As though he couldn’t get enough.

His fingers were still buried in my pussy and I came again, a powerful ripple that echoed through every inch of me.

He captured my whimper with his kiss, not breaking the contact.

Oh, fuck. I was so out of my element, so lost in him.

So very, very screwed. Because I needed him more than I needed my next breath.

When he pulled away, disappointment flashed through me—likely across my face, too.

“See?” he said in a darkly triumphant tone. Not exactly a gloat, but more of a silent I just proved an invaluable point. “You can’t have it both ways, baby. Either you want me to kiss you … or you don’t. Either you want me to touch you—and you want to touch me in turn—or you don’t.”

“You win again. Untie my hands.”

The desire raging within was like nothing I’d ever imagined, nothing I’d ever believed I could feel.

Dane pulled the knot loose, freeing my wrists. This time, I kissed him. And shoved him back toward the seat. He clasped me by the waist and hauled me up and against him, shredding one side of my thong so that I could more easily straddle his lap. I pressed my chest to his.

It wasn’t enough.

Breaking the kiss, I sat back and ran my hands over his cut abs, up to his well-defined pectoral ledge, to his wide shoulders. Then back down. Over and over, I absorbed the feeling of him beneath my fingertips, my palms.

His muscles flexed. His breathing turned ragged. His eyes smoldered with lust and longing.

He wanted me. Bad.

I felt his erection along my sex. I writhed against the hard length of him.

“Glad to see you couldn’t resist for long,” he said in a strained voice.