Here Comes Trouble (Trouble, Tennessee 0.50)

He’d fired a gun with the intent to kill. Perhaps he might have succeeded if her desire to live hadn’t been greater than Denny’s will to snuff away the life still left in her.

The whole scene made Allister sick to his stomach but he wouldn’t ask for the sordid details of her horrific night. Instead, he would lay her down and love her, just as she’d asked and just as he’d imagined so many times before.

For the moment, Ellie Hunter was his woman.

At present, she belonged to Allister McCall.

No matter how many times she played this out, one constant remained with her. Whenever she thought about their weekend in paradise, she always clung to memories of her time alone with Allister. No matter how brief, they’d shared a special intimacy right from the start. Now here they were, eight years or more had passed since their first kiss. Two years had come and gone since he’d been inside her, stroking her, fucking her, loving her like there was no other woman worthy of his love.

And he still looked at her as if he admired and respected her.

How could she question his feelings for her when he’d always been so kind and gentle?

She dipped her hand in his jeans and tugged his cock free. She didn’t look away from him as she steadied her hand on his length, pushing down, sliding up.

He was wet, hot, and she wouldn’t be content until she tasted him, until she felt the swell of his erection mashing against her tongue. She went to her knees and took his jeans with her.

One look up and she was nearly destroyed. She swirled her tongue around the crest and suckled his head, carefully pulling him to the roof of her mouth while watching the lust add pure fire to his eyes.

He pushed down on her shoulder and threw his head back. “Ah baby. Your mouth is so sweet.”

She pulled his length between her cheeks, riding him with her mouth, teasing herself as much as him as she took one pull, paused, lowered her mouth to the base and then rose to the tip once more.

His excitement coated his slit, oozing with succulent temptation. She flattened her tongue against the tiny opening. Oh God how she loved his spicy rich taste, the way he knotted his hand in her hair and pulled her back then thrust her forward.

“That’s it, sweet vixen. Mmm baby.” His voice was broken and his breathing changed. When he parted his feet and shifted his hips, she had him.

She lifted her gaze and tucked her hand under his balls, supporting him more than teasing him. One hand pumped. The other cradled. One hand teased. The other caressed.

Ellie stroked his shaft, sucking him to her throat, releasing him, and taking him to the back of her mouth once more. “Come.” She flicked the skin underneath the crest and watched the glimmer in his eyes, the renegade of a man coming forward with more passion, far more desire, than she’d noticed previously.

“Oh Ellie.” He squeezed his eyes shut and his body jolt drove her. “Um God yeah, baby.”

His hand tightened in her hair, his fingers locking around independent strands as he guided her up and down. God bless, he was sexy as hell.

She bore down on his length as his cum shot to the back of her throat. He dumped his release in spurts, jerking like mad when she gripped his ass and slammed her face against his groin, sucking his cock to her throat and jerking her head side to side as he filled her mouth with his hot semen.

“Ah baby girl,” he breathed out then as

if he’d been holding his breath just waiting for the perfect time to utter a few sentiments. “This is how good it is with us.” He pulled her to her feet and grabbed his jeans.

Retrieving his wallet, he tucked his fingers underneath a foil wrapper and let the condom fall to the bedspread. Another one landed right beside it.

She grinned up at him. “Feeling confident?” She rubbed her cheek against his leg and inhaled his manly scent.

“Not yet,” he whispered, spreading her legs and then tossing them over his back. “Give me a minute. In the meantime, I want this to be as good for you as it was for me.”

“It already is,” she whispered, willing herself to lay still and enjoy him.

He kissed up and down her thighs before he gave her one luxurious tongue-driven intimate kiss and for a moment, just a split second, she was certain if he gave her one more of the same, she’d throw her body forward and meet his loving lips with one rapturous grind.

“So sweet, Ellie. You always taste so sweet.” She bit down on her forefinger, wondering what she’d been thinking, questioning the young and stupid girl who had chosen the wrong man over the right man who clearly wanted to love her, adore her, and cherish her the way a woman wanted to be cherished.

Willing the horrific memories away before they resurfaced and ruined her time with Allister, Ellie refused to let thoughts of her ex-husband ruin her special time with the one person she’d always easily admired and unconditionally adored.

“You don’t think I’m—” She stopped midsentence.

Unfortunately, he stopped, too. “I don’t think you’re what?”