Claiming the Enemy: Dustin (Porter Brothers Trilogy 3)

Jessie reached under his shirt to run her hand up his T-shirt. She shyly glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. “We could go to bed,” she suggested.

Dustin jackknifed off the couch so fast she nearly toppled over backward. Catching her before she fell, he lifted her into his arms.

Her lips trembled in amusement. “I could’ve walked.”

“Yeah, but we’ll get there quicker this way.”

Jessie giggled, feeling carefree and young. She hadn’t experienced those emotions when she was younger, even when she was with Dustin.

She automatically clutched him when he threw them on the bed sideways.

“And you think I’m a nut?” She tenderly skimmed her fingers along his sides, dragging his shirt up.

“I don’t think you’re a nut. I know you are.” He skillfully unbuttoned her pajama top. “Sweet baby Jesus, I like that bra. Shame you’re about to lose it.”

Jessie arched into him as he reached behind her to unfasten it. Letting him tug her bra and top free, she let her hands roam over his chest.

“Do you know how many times I wanted to touch you but couldn’t?”

Throwing himself on his back, Dustin stretched out his body full-length, reaching his arms above his head. “Help yourself.”

Jessie knew he was joking, but she took the invitation seriously. Dustin in clothes was very good-looking. His looks had always drawn women to him like a moth to a flame. It was what had drawn Samantha to him, despite her father’s hatred of him for belonging to a family of pot growers. His looks may have gotten her attention, but Jessie knew that she had fallen in love with Dustin.

No woman who got to know Dustin would be able to help themselves.

Jessie brushed a kiss to the pulse beating in his neck before skimming over his chest to flick his nipple with her tongue. When he tightly clutched the end of the bed, she knew he enjoyed the teasing gesture.

Going to his other nipple, she did the same thing, inciting a low groan.

Becoming braver, she used her tongue to circle the areola, fascinated when the nipple hardened. She curiously scraped a gentle fingernail over it. One second, she was playing with him like a curious kitten, and the next, she was flat on her back with Dustin staring down at her.

“My turn.”

“Spoil sport,” she complained, stretching out the way he had.

“Let me see if I can make it up to you.” Dustin covered her nipple with his mouth, sucking it inside.

He didn’t tease like he had the other night. Tonight, he went for the kill. Flattening her nipple along the roof of his mouth, his tongue kindled a delicious ache in her body that had her reaching for his shoulders. She thought she would be prepared when he switched to her other nipple, but when he lowered his mouth again, his target was much lower.

He skimmed his mouth along the line of her pajama bottoms, rolling them and her panties off as he used his shoulder to keep her from interfering.

Letting the rest of her clothes fall to the floor, he didn’t slow his mouth, nuzzling through her curls to place his mouth over her in a full-out frontal attack.

This was no gentle introduction but a sensual takeover that she didn’t stand a chance of wanting to ever end. Dustin wasn’t on a quest to conquer her; he was on a quest for annihilation.

She couldn’t help the scream that tore from her when his tongue delved deep inside her. Wiggling beneath the weight of his upper body, she had no defense other than to accept the pleasure that had her feeling as if a thunderbolt had crashed into the room, searing them together for all eternity.

When he levered himself off the bed, she at first thought he hadn’t felt the same thing, but then she saw the hunger in his eyes as he took off his jeans.

“Don’t you fucking move,” he grunted out, going to his dresser.

“I won’t.” Licking her suddenly dry lips, she watched as he opened a drawer then came back, opening a condom wrapper. She wanted to ask if it hurt as he stretched the condom over his penis but didn’t think he would appreciate her inquisitiveness from the way he was watching her.

“Uh … Dustin, you do know I’m not the combo platter, don’t you?”

Reaching down, he clasped her hips in hard hands. “I would never confuse you with an appetizer. You’re the main course.”

When he flipped her onto her stomach, she gave a squeal of fright. “This is not making me feel better.”

She reached out to clasp the end of the bed when his body covered hers, his mouth at the back of her neck.

“No? Well, let’s see if this will.”

He shifted his hips to slide his legs between hers, his cock demanding entrance. Her body easily accepted the strong thrust that embedded his cock’s full length inside her, impaling her in one stroke.