me.”
He chuckled around her taut nub, then gave her the bite she needed.
She almost came, grinding against him, needing to feel more.
“You like this, baby?”
“Yes.” She tried to pull him away so she could kiss him, but he wouldn’t be budged.
He murmured against her, “I do too. I love holding you. Sucking you.” He drew her other nipple into his mouth and bit down, teething on her until she couldn’t stop moving, feeling so needy, so empty.
“ Please. Inside me.”
“Out here? Where anyone can see?” he teased.
“I don’t care.” Wait. He’d said no one could see them. What—?
Then it didn’t matter, because his hand eased down the front of her belly to her shorts and slid inside. Her brief bikini bottoms were no barrier for his fingers, and she arched into him as he thrust two digits inside her while sucking her nipple back into his mouth. He fed from her, moaning with her as she rode his fingers and came in a rush.
The orgasm was so intense, she couldn’t think. She could only feel as her body splintered into shards of pleasure.
“So sweet,” he said, his voice thick, his arousal clear in the tension of his frame, the thick shaft swollen beneath her ass. Thorn withdrew his fingers and pushed her from his lap. “Stand up. Lose the bottoms.”
She stared into vivid blue eyes bright with hunger. With shaky hands, she removed the rest of her clothing. He said nothing, then pulled her back onto his lap. But this time he made her straddle him up on her knees, and he lifted he a fraction higher so he could shove his face between her legs.
He licked her and teethed her sensitive clit, shooting her into another shocking orgasm. She cried out as she came, and he continued to consume her, leaving her limp and sated.
When he finally finished, he fiddled with his trunks, exposing himself. She stared down between them, noting his shiny tip, seeing the flushed shaft so thick and full. Then he pulled her down over him, sliding so deep it seemed as if he’d reached her womb.
“Fuck. You feel so wet,” he groaned as he gripped her hips and dragged her up and down over him. “So tight.”
“Yes, Bobby. More.”
At hearing his name, he lost all restraint. She wasn’t sure how he did it, but he remained inside her as he dragged them from the chair to the grass and fucked her. He pounded into her, rough and incredibly sexy. Before she knew it, he was stiffening, his grip on her hips bruising. So damn amazing.
“Shit. Oh, baby. April.” He moaned and pumped a few more times. Then, as before, he drew into a rhythm that culminated in a second stirring climax.
Too tired to join him again, she stroked his shoulders and arms, what she could reach as he shuddered inside her.
“You really like messing me up.” She gave a light laugh. “I think we embarrassed Lobo. He’s gone.”
“Oh.” He started to withdraw, then slid back inside her. “You’re so warm. I don’t want to move.”
“I know. You fill me up, and it’s like we fit.”
Like we fit. “Like a lock and key,” he added, staring into the face of the woman coming to mean far more to him than she should. Than should have been possible, considering he barely knew her. “What’s your favorite color?”
She blinked. “Seriously? You’re inside me. We’re both naked on your back lawn. And you want to know my favorite color?”
He felt like an ass, but he needed to know. Like a driving force inside him, uncovering knowledge about April Soames seemed as necessary as breathing. “Tell me.”
She exhaled on a groan. “You have some seriously odd timing. First you want to know about my sister while I’m half-naked on your lap, now you want my favorite color while you’re buried inside me. But fine, whatever.” She gave him a funny look, staring straight into his eyes. “I like blue.”
“I like aqua-blue.” Teal sounded too womanly, but damn if it wasn’t his new favorite color.
“Chocolate or vanilla?” she
He chuckled around her taut nub, then gave her the bite she needed.
She almost came, grinding against him, needing to feel more.
“You like this, baby?”
“Yes.” She tried to pull him away so she could kiss him, but he wouldn’t be budged.
He murmured against her, “I do too. I love holding you. Sucking you.” He drew her other nipple into his mouth and bit down, teething on her until she couldn’t stop moving, feeling so needy, so empty.
“ Please. Inside me.”
“Out here? Where anyone can see?” he teased.
“I don’t care.” Wait. He’d said no one could see them. What—?
Then it didn’t matter, because his hand eased down the front of her belly to her shorts and slid inside. Her brief bikini bottoms were no barrier for his fingers, and she arched into him as he thrust two digits inside her while sucking her nipple back into his mouth. He fed from her, moaning with her as she rode his fingers and came in a rush.
The orgasm was so intense, she couldn’t think. She could only feel as her body splintered into shards of pleasure.
“So sweet,” he said, his voice thick, his arousal clear in the tension of his frame, the thick shaft swollen beneath her ass. Thorn withdrew his fingers and pushed her from his lap. “Stand up. Lose the bottoms.”
She stared into vivid blue eyes bright with hunger. With shaky hands, she removed the rest of her clothing. He said nothing, then pulled her back onto his lap. But this time he made her straddle him up on her knees, and he lifted he a fraction higher so he could shove his face between her legs.
He licked her and teethed her sensitive clit, shooting her into another shocking orgasm. She cried out as she came, and he continued to consume her, leaving her limp and sated.
When he finally finished, he fiddled with his trunks, exposing himself. She stared down between them, noting his shiny tip, seeing the flushed shaft so thick and full. Then he pulled her down over him, sliding so deep it seemed as if he’d reached her womb.
“Fuck. You feel so wet,” he groaned as he gripped her hips and dragged her up and down over him. “So tight.”
“Yes, Bobby. More.”
At hearing his name, he lost all restraint. She wasn’t sure how he did it, but he remained inside her as he dragged them from the chair to the grass and fucked her. He pounded into her, rough and incredibly sexy. Before she knew it, he was stiffening, his grip on her hips bruising. So damn amazing.
“Shit. Oh, baby. April.” He moaned and pumped a few more times. Then, as before, he drew into a rhythm that culminated in a second stirring climax.
Too tired to join him again, she stroked his shoulders and arms, what she could reach as he shuddered inside her.
“You really like messing me up.” She gave a light laugh. “I think we embarrassed Lobo. He’s gone.”
“Oh.” He started to withdraw, then slid back inside her. “You’re so warm. I don’t want to move.”
“I know. You fill me up, and it’s like we fit.”
Like we fit. “Like a lock and key,” he added, staring into the face of the woman coming to mean far more to him than she should. Than should have been possible, considering he barely knew her. “What’s your favorite color?”
She blinked. “Seriously? You’re inside me. We’re both naked on your back lawn. And you want to know my favorite color?”
He felt like an ass, but he needed to know. Like a driving force inside him, uncovering knowledge about April Soames seemed as necessary as breathing. “Tell me.”
She exhaled on a groan. “You have some seriously odd timing. First you want to know about my sister while I’m half-naked on your lap, now you want my favorite color while you’re buried inside me. But fine, whatever.” She gave him a funny look, staring straight into his eyes. “I like blue.”
“I like aqua-blue.” Teal sounded too womanly, but damn if it wasn’t his new favorite color.
“Chocolate or vanilla?” she
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