“Yes,” she replied.
The thick bed of grass was smooth underneath her, and fragrant, too. She tried to memorize every detail of this moment, store it away in her mind to be called on when she needed to remember something special in her life. The trees formed a canopy, filtering the rays of sunlight. There was no hiding anything from anyone out here. No one else should be by—the motel was closed for the week for repairs—but the possibility existed. The erotic naughtiness was a sensual thrill. Someone could see. Could walk or drive up and spot the two of them making love.
She needed to have him inside her, deep inside her. “I want to be on top.”
“Okay,” he said, grinning down at her, sliding over so that she could sit up.
Now that she had him at her mercy, she, too, would take her time. There was no need to rush as she kissed her way down his body. That big, sun-bronzed body sprawled before her was a sight to enjoy, all six-pack abs and hard muscle. She got her fingers underneath the waistband of his jeans, and his thick, smooth cock bumped against her hand. She teased him for as long as he could take it, enjoying the heavy breathing he was having to do to keep his control.
She undid the button and lowered his zipper. “Lift up,” she ordered and he did, flexing that fantastic butt of his so she could get his jeans down his legs.
Yes, she had all the time in the world, and she was going to use it. She kissed his mouth, his jaw, his taut, exquisite chest, and continued downward. He raised his head at one point to watch her and give her an encouraging grin.
She skimmed her lips lightly over his abs, her fingers following her mouth as she explored the chiseled planes. Her cheek brushed the hard length below and he groaned. Ever so slowly, spinning out the moment, she moved down, feeling him shiver in anticipation.
Once she’d made it down to his erection, she didn’t shy away. Deliberately, she worked her mouth up and down him. At first, she had just the luscious tip in her mouth, and his fingers wound through her hair. She could tell his control was slipping; rather than breathing calmly, he was panting roughly.
“Take all of me?” he asked hoarsely.
She smiled. Yes. All of him. The sleek slide of his flesh through her lips was an erotic tease. The muscles in his thighs tensed as she pleasured him.
Moments later, he groaned and pulled away. “Dani, I want you.”
His fingers flexed, opening and closing as he still fought to stay in control. She was teasing the tiger and she knew it, but she wanted him as undone and lost in the moment as she was.
So she pushed him over the edge.
“Say please.”
* * *
HE SMILED AND braced one arm above her head. His other hand was tenderly stroking her chin and cheek.
As soon as he rolled on a condom, her fingers sliding along his, he brought her down on his erection, pushing slow and deep. Turnabout was fair play; she’d teased him, and now he would tease her. But Dani felt amazing, surrounding him so intimately. Actually, she was killing him, it felt so good.
Perfect. This was perfect, and he’d make sure it was perfect for her.
One tempting second at a time.
Her fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, “Daeg,” she breathed. Her eyes were on him intently, and his passion and possessiveness welled up inside him. His.
“You are incredible. You...you’re...”
He drew back and then sank forward, slowly moving in and then out. He wanted to make this last for her as long as he possibly could. She deserved every bit of joy. She moaned and tightened her grip on his shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin, her body begging for what she wouldn’t ask for. He’d give it to her, give her everything if she’d let him.
He set a deep, pulsing rhythm. Her hips met his, her breathing all sexy moans punctuated by sharp gasps when he pressed himself fully. The tension that must have been driving her spread to him, her body hugging his in a sweet, private caress for him alone. He hung on at first, but then gave himself over to her, burying himself in her.
She climaxed with his name on her lips, and that had him smiling against her throat. Though it was near the end, he loved how she kept tugging him close and closer still. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
Right before he came, that one word she’d asked for tore from his soul. “Please,” he roared.
The all-consuming sense of pleasure overtook him and he pressed deep, holding her to him, sheltered lovingly in his arms. His Dani.
His. For this moment.
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