fantasy...
She felt his arm slide around her shoulders as he came up behind her.
âSo, what exactly was Saturday night all about?â he murmured in her ear.
âSex,â she said promptly, combatively. It was good she didnât have to look at him, but she was so unnerved
by his tanned muscular arm around her, she thought her knees would give out. âYou scratched an itch.â
âI did?â He sounded amused. âIf thatâs all I did, calamine lotion wouldâve worked just as well, Carrie.â
He knew damn well that wasnât all heâd done, Carrie thought. Heâd done too much, was what heâd done, and she didnât know how to cope with it. The feelings he had unleashed in her were too strong, too raw and too tender, and she couldnât keep the image of them together out of her mind.
There was something about the heat of the sun that was making her hot too. And the sight of him, and scent of him so dose to her. There was danger here, and a subtle enchantment, and she wasnât immune to it even after all this time.
âLean against me, Carrie. It wonât kill you.â
âIt will demolish me,â she said, knowing it was futile to resist. She was lost already, her whole body shuddering as she backed into the wall of his chest, his erection, the heat of his hunger.
âYouâre so fragmented,â he murmured, touching her left earlobe just where she liked it. âWhy donât you let yourself become whole?â
âHow?â she whispered, turning her head toward those stroking fingers that were sending little darts of pleasure streaking between her legs.
âStop fighting.â
âOkay, I surrender,â she murmured breathlessly.
âNonsense. You wear your resistance like armor.â He moved his arm from around her shoulders to the swell of her breasts and began arcing his fingers over the sensitive curve just above the nipple.
Immediately, she arched her body toward him, demanding more.
Secrets. He knew all her secrets, and he knew exactly how to get past every obstacle, and at that moment, she didnât care.
âI think you just got past my defenses,â she whispered barely above a breath, lifting her arms and inviting him to stroke her just there still more.
âI like it when youâre soft and willing.â He was rubbing both breasts now over the curve, and she thought she would dissolve right in his hands. An insistent little twinge in her body demanded even more.
Soon, she thought, soon. Her excitement escalated. She wanted to be naked for him, with every impediment out of the way, her silky tank, her jeans, her shoes. Yes , as his wicked hands claimed breasts again, beneath the support of that uplifting bra. Yes , as he tore off her thong panty. Yes , as the sun beat down, sultry and hot, and he gently eased her to her knees on the blanket, then quickly pulled off his jeans and T-shirt.
Yes to whatever he wanted...anything he wantedâas long as he kept up the rhythmic stroking over the swell of her breasts.
He came behind her, on his knees. She felt him probing, pushing slowly slowly slowly into her hot center so that she felt every hard inch of him as he entered. She could hardly breathe, she didnât want to move ever again. She felt strong, sexy, invincible.
Truck rocked against her gently, testing her need. She pushed back against him. Stay there, just there...just â
She caught her breath as he boldly grasped her hips and thrust himself into her, riding her hard, hot and heavy, mastering her very soul
And she loved it. She wanted it. Under the hot haze of the summer sun, she couldnât get enough of him, and she teased him and enticed him to give her still more. She was the temptress and he was at her feet, and she
would give exactly as much as she wanted to, and take everything she couldâ
Sexy sexy lady...
Lush sensations unfurled deep within her coreâ
He
She felt his arm slide around her shoulders as he came up behind her.
âSo, what exactly was Saturday night all about?â he murmured in her ear.
âSex,â she said promptly, combatively. It was good she didnât have to look at him, but she was so unnerved
by his tanned muscular arm around her, she thought her knees would give out. âYou scratched an itch.â
âI did?â He sounded amused. âIf thatâs all I did, calamine lotion wouldâve worked just as well, Carrie.â
He knew damn well that wasnât all heâd done, Carrie thought. Heâd done too much, was what heâd done, and she didnât know how to cope with it. The feelings he had unleashed in her were too strong, too raw and too tender, and she couldnât keep the image of them together out of her mind.
There was something about the heat of the sun that was making her hot too. And the sight of him, and scent of him so dose to her. There was danger here, and a subtle enchantment, and she wasnât immune to it even after all this time.
âLean against me, Carrie. It wonât kill you.â
âIt will demolish me,â she said, knowing it was futile to resist. She was lost already, her whole body shuddering as she backed into the wall of his chest, his erection, the heat of his hunger.
âYouâre so fragmented,â he murmured, touching her left earlobe just where she liked it. âWhy donât you let yourself become whole?â
âHow?â she whispered, turning her head toward those stroking fingers that were sending little darts of pleasure streaking between her legs.
âStop fighting.â
âOkay, I surrender,â she murmured breathlessly.
âNonsense. You wear your resistance like armor.â He moved his arm from around her shoulders to the swell of her breasts and began arcing his fingers over the sensitive curve just above the nipple.
Immediately, she arched her body toward him, demanding more.
Secrets. He knew all her secrets, and he knew exactly how to get past every obstacle, and at that moment, she didnât care.
âI think you just got past my defenses,â she whispered barely above a breath, lifting her arms and inviting him to stroke her just there still more.
âI like it when youâre soft and willing.â He was rubbing both breasts now over the curve, and she thought she would dissolve right in his hands. An insistent little twinge in her body demanded even more.
Soon, she thought, soon. Her excitement escalated. She wanted to be naked for him, with every impediment out of the way, her silky tank, her jeans, her shoes. Yes , as his wicked hands claimed breasts again, beneath the support of that uplifting bra. Yes , as he tore off her thong panty. Yes , as the sun beat down, sultry and hot, and he gently eased her to her knees on the blanket, then quickly pulled off his jeans and T-shirt.
Yes to whatever he wanted...anything he wantedâas long as he kept up the rhythmic stroking over the swell of her breasts.
He came behind her, on his knees. She felt him probing, pushing slowly slowly slowly into her hot center so that she felt every hard inch of him as he entered. She could hardly breathe, she didnât want to move ever again. She felt strong, sexy, invincible.
Truck rocked against her gently, testing her need. She pushed back against him. Stay there, just there...just â
She caught her breath as he boldly grasped her hips and thrust himself into her, riding her hard, hot and heavy, mastering her very soul
And she loved it. She wanted it. Under the hot haze of the summer sun, she couldnât get enough of him, and she teased him and enticed him to give her still more. She was the temptress and he was at her feet, and she
would give exactly as much as she wanted to, and take everything she couldâ
Sexy sexy lady...
Lush sensations unfurled deep within her coreâ
He
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