Breathless Temptation [Texas Stallions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Morgan Fox Page A

Tossing the fabric to the floor, he marveled at the exquisite temptation laid out before him. Her long, lean legs, round hips, and the feminine curves of her waist had his eyes feasting and his hands itching to feel every inch of her delectable body, but it was her breasts that had his mouth watering with desire. The perfectly round mounds and rosy-pink nipples called to him, begging him to place those delicious berries into his mouth, sucking until he could no longer wait to taste the other.
    Torturously, she eased back onto her elbows, her body lying straight across the bed. His eyes trailed from her intoxicating eyes, down her long neck and shoulders, past her erect nipples, and settled on the golden patch of hair between her thighs. As he admired her, she slowly parted her legs, giving him a slight peek of things to come.
    “What are you waiting for, Sheriff? Do you need a formal invitation?” Her sultry voice had his cock so hard it almost hurt.
    “I’m deciding.”
    “Deciding on what?”
    With an arched brow, he said plainly, “Where to begin.”
    She smiled, and the alluring curve of her lips made him want to start there. He crawled onto the bed, encouraging her legs to part even further as he placed his hips against her pelvis. His cock pressed teasingly between her legs.
    Damn, I want to sink inside her body. I want to feel her moist heat envelop me.
    Soon, he told himself, very soon.
    Hovering over her, he crushed his mouth against hers and drank in the kiss that he’d been dying for since the moment he’d seen her in that sexy sundress. A hundred times over in his mind, he’d kissed her like this. Tasting her lips and tongue, enjoying the untamed woman he knew thrived deep inside her.
    As he sampled her mouth, her nails teased along the skin of his arms and shoulders, tickling at the back of his neck. It had been a long time since a woman had touched him this way. The sensations had him wondering how the hell he had been able to survive without it. Delilah felt like heaven in his arms. The feel of her hands and fingers massaging his skin, the brush of her nipples against his chest, the caress of her smooth thighs over his waist, everything about her was divine. She clung to him like she had no other choice, and he craved that connection.
    Perfection. That was exactly what Delilah was and how she felt in his arms.
    Kissing her lips, chin, and neck, he eased down to take the wild berry into his mouth, suckling her the way he had envisioned doing. Desire flooded his system as he tasted her milky-white flesh. Drowning in passion, he had to know every inch of her body, had to have her the way a man starved for a woman would.
    As he kissed her breast, he slowly trailed his fingers down the flesh of her belly, past the patch of hair and folds of her pussy, surging past her clit until he found the wetness he had hoped to discover. Gently, he eased his middle finger inside her cunt and began fucking her in slow, controlled strokes. Instantly, her body responded to his touch, writhing beneath him as he teased her pussy, one finger diving deep inside the moist folds of her sex, while his thumb toyed with her clit. Watching her squirm as he brought her into the depths of pleasure had him pressing his hips forward and pounding his cock into the mattress.
    “Oh, Clay,” she panted, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders.
    Her hips rocked back and forth, and he took that as a sign to increase the rhythm in which he massaged her clit and pussy. After a few short seconds, he felt her entire body tense around him and a throaty moan purred from her lips. She was coming. He could feel her pussy tightening around his finger and the area becoming more soaked by her arousal.
    Slowly, Clay rose to his feet and reached into his nightstand to grab a condom. Putting it on, he crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He was going to have her now. He was finally going to be inside her tight, warm