Bang the Blower (Country Roads 3)

Why was she enjoying this kiss? And why, damn it all, was she sipping at Hank’s tongue like the meaty texture had a delicious new flavor and she couldn’t get enough?

Hank framed her face and worked his mouth over her parted lips, dragging his tongue over the swell and shape before thrusting deeper, insinuating an act too impossible to consider. His kiss was hungry. His lips controlled her, made her aware of what she’d missed, what she’d longed for most.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Remember, Julie. Close your eyes and relive every m

oment.”

Those words were her undoing.

She shoved her splayed fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as he fed their kiss, churning his tongue around and around until he reached the heart of her mouth. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her over him, leaning against the cushions for support.

Her body mashed against his, and the fiery heat between them burned one degree hotter, several flames higher. She was dying there. She was dying and living at the same time. Her heart soared and yet her soul sank. She’d been here and done this. She knew heartbreak because of this man and yet she couldn’t do anything to stop him from stealing away with her love all over again.

She’d still try in spite of herself, but she couldn’t ignore the light at the end of the tunnel. Through Hank and Duke, Julie was certain to find the kind of happiness she wanted again.

The only question was—did she want the life she’d once left behind?

As the kiss deepened, the sensuality of what always drew her to Hank became evident once more. Oh, how quickly she’d forgotten how this man could work his woman.

His hot breath traveled to her ear and he sipped at her lobe, his tongue darting in and out as he cupped and squeezed her left breast. The enthusiasm he stirred, the energy he inspired teased her nerve endings, shattered her apprehension, until she believed she could do anything while cradled in his arms.

Tired and torn muscles she’d overworked in the pool screamed for his hand, flexing under each touch as he caressed her body, pampered her. He smoothed his palms over her tense joints and she sighed. This kind of treatment was precisely what she’d anxiously anticipated and dreaded. She wasn’t just putty in a potter’s hands, she was plaster and cement, destined to remain precisely the way the Hinmans wanted her.

Hank’s mouth careened down her neck. He never stopped at her collarbone. He gripped her breast and his thumb tweaked her erect nipple until she arched in his arms, yearned for more.

This wasn’t a kiss leading nowhere. This was a good first effort from a man who had a long way to go to make up for what wrongs he’d caused her in the past.

And she could tell he knew it.

Hank manipulated her as he kissed her. She was thrown off course by the building desire, so lost that it wasn’t until his cool fingertips scraped against her bare nipple that she realized his hand was under her bathing suit top, his fingers creating magic as he stroked the pointed peak.

Smiling into their kiss, he whispered, “You haven’t forgotten me. You’ll never lose sight of what we once shared. I live within you, Julie.”

She gasped as he touched her. He broke down her defenses, shattered her control.

His hands should’ve been licensed, or maybe outlawed. And his mouth? Oh God, his lips were destined for felonious acts.

He still held the power to destroy her.

She braced for another fulfilling moment as his mouth puckered over her tingling nipple and his tongue tantalized the hard bud, his bite sending a fiery current straight down her spine. Now she was hot and bothered.

Her pussy pulsed, and she wanted his hard cock filling her, the act of sex not too hard to contemplate when the physical aspect could easily be separated from the emotional. Julie could differentiate. She knew better than to believe in the things she could not have, but after what she’d almost captured and lost, she wasn’t one to postpone pleasure.

“Hank, please,” she said softly.

“Please what, sub?” he asked.

The word alone did damning things to a woman who’d been without her partners for far too long. What was it about the dominating male Julie craved?

“Please,” she whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. Her insides were quivering. The space between her legs continued to heat. Soon she’d feel the inferno and be unable to ignore the familiar heat building between them.

She desired him then, more than she ever lusted after him in the past. She needed his cock locked inside her pussy, grinding away, working hard for the satisfaction they could bring one another.

Giving as well as he received, Hank nibbled at her lips, too. He paused and dipped his head, returning to lavish his attention on her chest. “You have to ask, sub. You gotta tell me what you desire so I can decide if it’s worth my time to accommodate you.” A wicked smile claimed his mouth and he nuzzled her. “Make the request. Now.”

“Dear God!” she exclaimed, placing both hands on the top of his head. And here she thought he’d changed, softened some.

“That’s right, sub. Grovel,” he whispered, taking a long, leisurely swipe across the nipple. “Tell me precisely what you want.”