Night Moves by Thea Devine Page B

is at your mercy—
    ...almost there, almost there, from the erotic pressure of him pushing, goading, demanding she come...almost there—one last thrust, hard, high—and then a stream of sensation that skeined through her body and pooled at the very center of her being.
    Just there, just waiting, until the moment he stiffened and surrendered to his need.
    Her knees gave out, and he followed her down to the blanket.
    â€œI’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, levering himself onto his knees so she could move. “Look at me.”
    She rolled over and he covered her with his hot body, his hot erection, his heated mouth, his inexorable tongue.
    â€œDid you think it was over?” he whispered, a breath above her lips. “Did you think I got nearly enough of you?” He pulled at her lower lip. “I’m really ready for you now.” He claimed her mouth then, overpowering her, as hot and hard as the sun.
    She felt the length of him flexing against her bare skin, and she gave up and went under, pulled by the relentless tide. He surrounded her, enfolded her; his body covered her, his legs entwining with hers, his merciless mouth demanding her complete surrender. She felt him testing her, insinuating those devastating fingers between her legs to feel her hot pliant flesh.
    â€œOpen yourself to me, Carrie. We’re not done yet, you and L Give yourself to me.”
    She made a low keening sound as she yielded herself
to him and he took her. “That’s the way I want you. Just like that—” he explored her, touched her in the most intimate way possible “—unfurling like a flower...” He rolled over purposefully, bracing himself as he drove into her with one powerful thrust.
    Carrie wrapped herself around him. She wanted every part of him covering her. She wanted his heat, his heart, his soul
    Truck rocketed against her, feeding hungrily on her mouth, engulfing her with his need to possess her. He burned for her, he felt as if they were Adam and Eve, as if he had waited a lifetime for her, as if he could sustain himself within her forever. But even he had his limits. He lost himself in her kisses, her body that met him thrust for thrust, and he lost it altogether as he swallowed her long low sexy growl as she reached completion, and pitched headlong into his own.
    Then there was silence. A wafting breeze cooling their heated faces. The sounds of birds, cicadas, ducks, the low roar of a motorboat. Otherwise, not a movement, not a word. Just the sun, still burning hot, beating down on his nude body, heating him up again, and Carrie, naked in his arms, siren of his dreams.
    â€œCarrie...?” He was kissing her swollen lips idly, playfully, nipping here, sucking there.
    â€œMmm?”
    â€œI think we should go out on a date.”
    She barely heard him. She was drowsy with lust and satiation, and she didn’t want him to move one inch. “Mmm.”
    â€œHow about tonight?” He nuzzled her mouth, licking around the tender flesh inside her lips.
    â€œMmm... what ?
    â€œDinner.”

    â€œWhere?”
    â€œOut. With me.”
    Her forehead creased. “Like, going out out?”
    â€œLike that. I just want to buy you dinner.”
    Dinner? Dinner out was a date, she thought. It meant people would see them together. People would assume things and make connections she didn’t want them to make. Small towns were notorious for doing that.
    â€œNot tonight.”
    â€œWhy not? You have to eat dinner.”
    â€œI’m dieting.”
    Truck made a face and ran his hand down her sleek legs. “Try another excuse.”
    She struggled up onto her elbows. Dear God, I am up on my roof, in broad daylight where anyone can see us. What is wrong with me?
    â€œOkay. How about we’re not dating. We’re having sex. And I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”
    â€œThe wrong idea? And that would be what?