Burned Deep (Burned 1)

“I know better than to do this,” I confessed. I knew better than to let myself get caught up in him. Yet here I was, completely entranced, enthralled.

His. All his.

Anxiety lingered on the periphery, but I chose to ignore it. I knew what I wanted. What I couldn’t go a second more without.

I slipped between his

legs again, kneeling on the floor of the limo. I worked the fastening of his belt. Too slowly, apparently. Dane joined in, undoing it quickly along with the top button while I worked the zipper. He shoved his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock. I gaped.

Not that I hadn’t expected everything about him to be magnificent—perfection personified, really. But … Good Lord. He was wide and thick. Beautifully hard. Amazingly tempting.

I wrapped my fingers around his base. His body jerked at my intimate touch. One of those primal growls that elicited my extreme excitement met my ears. He definitely wasn’t immune to me.

I bent my head to him and licked my way up his shaft, teasing the underside of the head with my tongue, then licking some more.

“Fuck,” he ground out. His hands plowed through my hair, lifting strands away from my face and off my shoulders. “I’ve thought about you doing this since we met. Jesus, you make me hot.”

Spurred by his enthusiasm, I whisked my tongue over the indentation at the tip of his cock and then closed my lips around his head.

His hips rose and he said, “Take all of me.” He let out a frustrated sound. “As much as you can.”

I sheathed his erection with my mouth, down to where I still held him.

“Yes,” he said in his strained voice. “Suck me hard.”

I did. His hips bucked. “Damn, Ari…” He held my head in place as he pistoned into me, fucking my mouth. “Shit.” His breath came in heavier pulls.

I took him deep once more.

“Oh, yeah. Just like that. Do it again.”

My head bobbed as my lips slid up and down his shaft, pulling him in, sucking him harder.

“God, Ari…” A coarse sound slipped from low in his throat. His hips lifted again. I kept at it. “Swallow me down, baby.” He came hard, his heat and salty taste flooding my mouth, sliding easily.

His release set me on fire again. I looked up at him, watching me. Desire and yearning raced through me.

“Dane.”

He must have heard the need in my voice. His large hands gripped my biceps and he brought me up and onto him once more, my legs spreading to straddle his lap. Then his hand skimmed my ass and suddenly two fingers pressed into me from behind. He stroked quickly, confidently. I’d never needed this so much. I’d never greedily sought these powerful releases.

His mouth sealed to mine, adding to the pleasure, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He kissed me as though he knew the frenzy raging inside, like he had every intention of making me burn brighter.

He worked a third finger in and pumped steadily. The sensations were too sinful not to give in to them. I cried his name as I came.

Wave after sizzling wave crashed over me. My fingers curled into his shoulders and I collapsed against him, sprawled across his chest.

“Oh, my God,” was all I could say. Finally, some of the sexual tension had eased.

While I tried to calm my rapid breathing, Dane smoothed a hand over my hair. He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arm around my waist. I pressed my ear to his heart and listened to the strong, steady beats. They were a bit faster than I thought was normal and I smiled.

“Well, this is fortunate,” he murmured.

“Hmm?” I was too spent to really speak.

“No way for you to make one of your hasty retreats when we’re in a moving vehicle.”

I supposed it wouldn’t kill me to admit, “I kind of like this spot.”