Tempting Dusty (The Temptation Saga 1)

“I am serious. I’ll get you there, and I’ll be your loudest cheerer.”

She smiled. He was so, so handsome. “Zach?”

“What, darlin’?”

“Let’s go to bed.”

“I don’t know,” he teased. “You may have to twist my arm a little.”

Dusty smiled and handed him the red boxers. “Put these on, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I guess I can manage that.”

Zach pulled the boxers over his hips and Dusty gulped, shuddering. “You’re incredible,” she said. “You should be an underwear model.”

His wide grin sparkled, and two rosy spots appeared on his cheeks.

“I haven’t embarrassed the great Zach McCray, have I?” Dusty slowly ran a finger around the waistband of the boxers.

His response to her was immediate. The head of his cock peeked out from the fly of the shorts. “You’re killin’ me.”

“But what a way to go.”

“You said it.”

“Now, what should we do?” Dusty grinned.

“Whatever you want. I’m yours for the night.” He brushed his lips against hers.

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

“Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

“I’d like to make love to you again and show you how good it can be. If I’d known it was your first time…”

“We’ve been through that. I loved it.”

“I’m glad. But this time’ll be better. I promise.”

“Okay.” Dusty slipped her arm around his back and stroked the cheek of his bottom through the silk. She smiled when he groaned. “Make love to me, Zach. Do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh, darlin’”—his sexy voice flowed over her, into her—“I want to show you everything, teach you everything, experience ecstasy with you.”

His mouth found hers, and he took it gently, easing her open and kissing her with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. Dusty moaned as her skin tingled, her heart throbbed. If she lived to be a hundred, she’d never tire of Zach’s kisses.

He gently nudged her onto the bed and covered his body with hers, continuing his assault on her mouth. His erection pushed through the red silk into her thigh. She moved her hands down the strong sinewy musculature of his back and eased the sleek fabric down. He wriggled out of the boxers and covered her body with his again. Dusty loved the feeling of his weight on her. Of his hard muscled perfection blanketing her with warmth and joy. They continued to kiss, their lips meshing together in white heat. When Zach finally left her mouth, Dusty was panting.

He kissed a trail over her cheeks, her nose, and kissed her eyelids as gently as a butterfly. He nibbled on her ear and whispered to her how beautiful she was, how hard she made him, how much he wanted her. She ran her hands over his shoulders and neck, his muscular back, the firm male shape of him a pleasure to touch.

“You’re so damned beautiful,” he said. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He continued to trail fluttery kisses down her neck, over her chest, and then lifted his head for a moment to stare at her breasts. “Beautiful,” he said. “So beautiful.”

As he sucked a nipple between his lips, Dusty gasped and writhed, tangled her fingers in his silky black hair and urged him on. He nipped and bit at her, tugging on her nipple.

“The other one, Zach. Please, the other one.”