Harvest of Love: Insta-Spark Collection

She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes dancing with mischief. “You have a basement? I didn’t see one.”

I leaned up on my elbow and smirked at her. “That’s your concern? If I have a basement? Shouldn’t you be more concerned about the kidnapping comment? Or the hostage one?”

“Well, it’s a big flaw in your plan if you don’t have one. Where would you keep me?”

“I could chain you up in the kitchen. Probably a better idea. Easier access for the apple crisp making.”

“Seems like a lot of work for dessert.”

I shifted closer, letting my hand trail down her back, following the delicate ridges of her spine. I paused, then ran my fingers down her hip and cupped her rounded butt cheek. “I’m thinking you have other…assets I would covet aside from your baking skills, Ms. Rawlins.”

She blinked at me. Turning her head, she looked at my hand resting on her ass, then looked back at me. I grinned at her, knowing how much she loved it when I did.

She started to giggle. Light-filled, silly giggles that made my lips twitch to join her.

“You find your ass a laughing matter, Dani?” I flexed my fingers. “I find it rather…stimulating myself.”

She bit her lip, trying to hold in her amusement. She failed miserably and started to laugh. Loud, happy peals rang out, and she dropped her face into her pillow, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

I started to laugh with her. She really had no idea how appealing she was, especially lying beside me, her hair a mess, wearing my T-shirt, and looking all soft and sexy. But I loved the fact that I’d made her laugh—I got to hold her ass, so it was a double bonus. It was a great ass.

I bent my head, nipping her earlobe sharply. “Do I need to help you stop laughing?”

She lifted her head mid-laugh and looked at me—a direct challenge. “Maybe.”

“Oh, Ms. Rawlins. You’re so on.”

In one move, I grasped her hip and flipped her onto her back, pressing her body into the mattress. I rose over her, hovering close, supporting my weight on my arms. Settling between her legs, I had to stifle a groan at the way she looked underneath me. The movement caused the T-shirt she was wearing to ride up, showing me the tiny pink underwear she was wearing—the flirty little bows on the sides begging for my fingers to untie them. The shirt caught under her weight and pulled tight to her body, the material strained across her chest, her hardened nipples beckoning.

Keeping my gaze locked with hers, I lowered my face to her breast, rubbing a hard nub with my chin.

“I’m not the only one stimulated, I see.”

She let out a soft, shaky sigh.

“As lovely as your assets were from the back, Dani, they are even more so now.”

I pressed my mouth against the taut shirt, drawing her stiff nipple between my teeth and pulling gently. She arched off the mattress, wrapping her legs around me and drawing me deeper into her warmth.

I groaned, thrusting forward, the sensation too good to stop. “Baby, God I want you …”

“You could have had me yesterday,” she whimpered. “I wanted you so much.”

“Yeah?” I panted, moving against her. “I wanted to fuck you into the hot dirt so hard, you would have felt me for days.”

“I would have let you.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “What else, baby?”

Her eyes opened, glowing bright in the morning light. “Noah, if John hadn’t interrupted us, I would have…” She paused, biting her lip.

“Would have what? Tell me,” I demanded.

“I would have taken you in my mouth—all of you—and made you come. Right there on my knees in that dirt, Noah. I wanted to taste you so much, I was aching for it.”

My body froze.

Her words settled across my brain like the fog that rolls in just before a summer storm. Thick, swirling—obliterating everything in its path so all you see, feel, and taste is the damp air.

She was the damp air.

The image of her, kneeling in the dirt, her hair a wild cloud of white and gold dancing in the breeze, and her mouth wrapped around my cock, took hold.

Lust, dormant for so long, burned hot and fast, roaring to life, snaking up my spine and pushing all thoughts of too soon, take it slow, right out of my head.

I wanted her, and I wanted her right now.

My voice pleaded. “Dani.”

“Please.”

I attacked.

The material of my T-shirt she wore tore easily under my fisted hands. Her breasts sprang free, and I feasted on them greedily, sucking and nipping at the stiff peaks. Those flirty bows disintegrated with one tug of my fists, the pale pink satin giving way to expose a deeper shade of pink that glistened, the bare flesh so soft, begging for my touch.

Dani tugged and pulled until my sleep pants slipped away and we were melded together skin to skin, exploring and touching. Our lips brushed, teeth nipped, and our hands stroked and caressed. We were in constant motion, needing to touch and discover each other everywhere. Rolling, stretching, bending—our bodies twisting and pliable, the sounds of our passionate coupling filling the room as we discovered each other. She moaned when I sucked her fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, gasped when I nibbled on the tiniest baby toe I’d ever seen and cried out as I traced my tongue up her thigh, finding her wet center and tasting her. She whimpered and bucked under my mouth, her musky flavor flooding my senses. I groaned and fisted her hair as she took me in her mouth, the pleasure greater than I even imagined. Her name echoed off the walls like a mantra as I drowned in the sensation.