Flash Burned (Burned 2)

His lips tangled with mine. Sensuous, tongueless kisses that drew me in, so that I forgot all about snakes and scorpions and scary extortion plots.

I sighed contentedly against Dane’s lips. “You make everything fade away, dissolve into the background.”

“Good,” he murmured as he gently tugged at the corner of my mouth with his.

I pulled in a long breath, loving the smell of him. Male heat, a hint of sandalwood, and the enticing scent I could only describe as raw virility. Maybe that didn’t qualify as a fragrance, but it exuded from him, encapsulating his masculinity and power.

I breathed him in, feeling a heady rush from the intoxicating aroma. All that strength and confidence. The dark, intense beauty of him. Everything about this man permeated my senses and left me burning for his talented touch, his stirring kisses.

“Make love to me,” I whispered.

“Any way you want it, baby.”

Ah, decisions …

He had a healthy sexual appetite and a clever repertoire. I was certain that even after several months together he still hadn’t done to me everything he wanted.

But as my hand continued to pump, I had a change of plans.

“On your back,” I quietly ordered.

He crooked a brow.

Okay, so he was the commanding one in the relationship. Dane had never once denied me anything, though. And now was no exception. I released him and he did as I asked.

I straddled his waist, my hands gliding over muscles that flexed beneath my fingertips. He clasped my hips and raised me slightly, easing me back.

“Not yet,” I said, resisting him, though every fiber of my being ached to feel him thrusting deep. I had something else in mind. “You know how much I love your body.”

“And you know I’m not complaining about that. But once you get me going…”

“Yeah,” I said, leaning forward and nipping his lower lip. “It gets all hot and sweaty between us.”

I kissed him long and leisurely, our tongues twisting. His grip on my hips tightened. Our kiss deepened, turning provocative and passionate. I threaded my fingers through his silken hair and let him take the lead. Until I was restless and returning to my deviated plan.

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sp; Dragging my mouth from his, I kissed my way over his jaw and down the thick cords of his neck. My hands continued to caress his chest as I moved lower. He relinquished his hold on me and I licked one of his small nipples. Bit it affectionately, making his hips jerk. Then I ran my tongue along his abs, tasting him, admiring all the ridges and warm flesh.

“Ari,” he muttered sexily. His hands plowed through my hair, lifting the strands up and away from my shoulders and face. His cock nudged my opening.

I grinned coyly. “I told you … not yet.”

Shifting lower, I kissed my way downward, over his pelvis. My lips brushed along him, from base to tip.

“You little tease,” he ground out.

“I think you can handle it.”

“Don’t be so sure. Once you get started like this, it’s not easy for me to stop.”

I slid my tongue along the grooved underside of his smooth head, then closed my lips over him, suckling softly at first while my fist pumped again, unrushed.

“Christ, Ari.” He sighed. “Baby.”

Flicking my tongue over the indentation caused a bead of pre-cum to form and I licked it up. Then I took him deep and sucked hard.

His hips bucked. His fingers tightened the strands he held before he caught himself and loosened them. “Ari. You’re pushing me to the edge.”