Burned Deep (Burned 1)

Gripping me around the waist, he hauled me onto him, so I lay against his hunky torso, propped on my forearms at his pecs, my legs between his.

“Dane.”

“Shh.” He swept my tumbling curls off my shoulders. Then his hands skimmed down my back to my ass. “I like you on top of me.”

“You can’t sleep like this.”

“Obviously, neither one of us is interested in sleeping just yet.”

My stomach fluttered. “You do make me restless.”

His hands shifted and he clasped the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, then working it off one arm at a time.

“Mm, that’s nice,” he mused. “Your nipples pressed to my chest. And they’re hard.” His fingers skated along my skin, on either side of my spine, down to my tailbone, making me shiver with delight.

He let out a primal groan. His erection pressed to my belly. “So am I. So quick.”

“You’re insatiable,” I said playfully.

“It’s you.” His tone was serious, sincere.

I stared at him, his beautiful emerald irises shimmering with heat in the soft, silvery moonlight that filtered through the vertical blinds covering the sliding glass doors.

He gently kneaded my ass cheeks as his thick cock throbbed against my stomach.

“You’re not at all what I expected when I met you,” I confided.

“What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. You were so intense. Still are. Still electrifying. But also … tender.”

He gripped my ass more firmly. I let out a soft laugh.

“And so wicked.”

He kissed me, then said against my lips, “Be wicked with me.”

Lust shot to my core. But I reminded him, “We don’t have a condom.”

“We don’t need one. You’ve been celibate for a year. You must have a vi—”

“Dane.” I cut him off, instantly knowing where his devilish thoughts were headed.

He teased my lips again with his and then glided his tongue over the bottom one before nipping at it with his teeth. “Let me watch.”

“What?” I stared down at him, excit

ement and shock warring within me.

“You heard me,” he said. One hand remained splayed across my ass. The other smoothed up to my shoulder and then around to my front to slip between us. He palmed my breast, massaging and whisking his thumb over my puckered nipple.

He was seducing me again, and he was so damn good at it.

The hand on my breast slid to the lace covering me and he pushed my panties down my legs as he rolled us so I was on my back. He tossed aside my lingerie. Kissed me senseless.

His hands were all over my body, as though he couldn’t get enough of me. I was on fire, his fingers and palms blazing a trail along every inch of me. Teasing, caressing, tempting me to do whatever he asked of me.

His head dipped and his tongue fluttered thrillingly over my nipple, making it unbelievably hard. Making my breasts ache for more.