Burned Deep (Burned 1)

I couldn’t quite get my body moving—to leave even without my thong. I was so tightly wound with anticipation over what he intended to do. And the fact that I wanted him, despite the intensity factor that alarmed me.

In an abrupt tone, he said into the phone, “What is it?” He listened. While his gaze was riveted on me. A dark brow jerked upward in silent challenge.

I had no idea what possessed me—perhaps the fact that he was so magnificently gorgeous, his shirt hanging open to reveal all those sculpted muscles, and the fact that I wanted him.

I started to rub my clit with the pads of two fingers. A slow, circular motion.

His eyes blazed as he stared. And continued listening to his caller. Even when he spoke again, his a

ttention remained focused on what I was doing.

“No, that’s not what I think. This is a problem. No, I don’t want you to do anything just yet. I need to assess it further.”

He was quiet a few moments. Still watching. I dipped a finger into my pussy and stroked slowly. The fact that I was doing something like this, which went against convictions I’d clung to for so long and threatened every wall I’d built, was a bit terrifying. But I didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop. Because he was enthralled by it—by me—and was so hard his cock strained against the fly of his dress pants, spiking my arousal and my boldness.

He held my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. Liquid fire roared through my veins.

I released the heel of my shoe and cupped my breast, squeezing as roughly as he had. Dane let out a low, sexy grunt. I rolled my nipple between my finger and thumb as I worked a second finger into my pussy and pumped a bit faster. Throaty pants escaped my lips. I swear I could come just from him staring, his jaw working rigorously, his eyes deepening in color.

To his caller, he said in a curt voice, “Don’t do anything right now. Wait for me to contact you.” He hit the disconnect button and dropped the iPhone and my thong onto the mound his jacket created. Then he knelt between my parted thighs, his gaze on my hand as I pleasured myself. He eased in two fingers, along with mine, filling the tight canal.

“Dane.” My hips bucked as I accepted the added pressure, the additional width that felt so amazing.

I continued tugging on my nipple, the prickly sensation mingling with the sizzle between my legs and deep in my core.

Dane’s free hand slid behind mine as I kept time with his quick stroking. His thumb rubbed my clit with lightning speed. He leaned forward and his mouth captured my other nipple. He suckled hard, then flicked his tongue over the aching tip. I couldn’t quite keep up with all the high-voltage zings that pushed me so, so close to another powerful orgasm.

“Dane,” I repeated. My hips gyrated; my head fell back on the pillows. “Christ. That is unbelievably good. I’m—oh, God—I’m—”

Cogent thought fled. Heat and vibrancy collided and exploded. I screamed his name as I reached a phenomenal peak.

“Holy shit!” I cried out. It was so good. Too good. The pulsing reverberated deep, prolonging the release.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re driving me crazy.” He withdrew his fingers and brushed away my hand. While I still reeled from the scorching climax, his mouth covered me. His lips swept along my pussy lips, and then his tongue fluttered over that highly sensitive knot of nerves.

I let out a breathy moan. I’d never felt anything so exquisite. He went at it with gusto, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue before tugging gently on my slick folds with his mouth, then returning to the flicking and suckling that made me want to cry from the pleasure he evoked. I was still in the throes of one orgasm and felt another one coming on.

My body trembled and my sharp whimpers filled the cavernous room.

“That’s it,” he whispered against my clit. “You’re dripping wet. And you taste so damn good.”

I flushed.

His tongue swirled around my opening, pressing in.

“Oh, God, Dane.” My hands fisted around the satin material of the quilt. “Christ. I’m going to come again.”

“Yes,” he all but growled. “Come for me, baby.”

He slid two fingers in and pumped vigorously. His tongue worked skillfully, fluttering over my clit. He added a third finger and thrust deep.

I lost it completely, calling out as I shattered once more. Every fiber of my being, every nerve ending, igniting.

“Dane!” It was all so overwhelming. All-consuming. So incredibly delicious, I was obsessed by how intensely he made me come, how wildly passionate he made me when I’d never once considered myself the type.

He let me ride this release out, but his labored breath on my pussy kept my insides blazing.

I had no idea how much time passed before I felt his gaze on my face. My heavy lids reluctantly opened. He wore a serious expression, though it held desire and white-hot need.