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

body. The awareness had him wanting to come before he even got started.
    Closing his eyes, he calmed himself with a few deep breaths and then grabbed his cock and placed it at the entrance of her cunt. He eased inside her, inch by tantalizing inch, until his cock was seated all the way in. Glancing down at her, he saw the passion and lust bombarding her heavy-lidded gaze. The flutters of her quick breaths brushed over his face.
    Pumping his hips forward, he began a slow drill inside her, fucking her with great care. He wanted to see her come again. The flush of her cheeks, the quickening of her breath, everything he saw in her had him wanting to make her beyond insane with pleasure. Again he thought she was perfect. The way she looked, felt, tasted, everything was simply exquisite.
    His balls tingled with the awareness that it wouldn’t be much longer and he’d find his own release, so he focused strictly on her. He moved up on his knees and positioned himself deeper inside her pussy, pushing her legs up for better access. The moment he did, she moaned as if he hit the spot that would surely have her screaming from unbound, explosive sensations.
    Swirling his hips, pumping harder, driving deeper, he didn’t stop his pursuit to satisfy her once again. His heart raced so intensely in his chest as he took her hard and fierce but still with so much care. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she cried out, fingers and nails digging into his back. Eyes closed, she quivered in his arms as her body rode the euphoria of her orgasm.
    Then, as if he could no longer contain his own need, he pumped his hips like a wild beast, driving his cock like a piston inside her. It didn’t take long for him to roar like a lion from desires exploding in his mind and body. Satisfied, he collapsed on top of her, easing to the side and pulling her into his arms.
    Neither spoke as their bodies relaxed and their breathing returned to normal. He continued to hold Delilah as close as he could, knowing that the moment he released her, the passion and desire they’d felt for each other would be gone. Sadly, he wished that was not how it had to be.

Chapter Five
     
    Clay woke to the sound of banging coming from his front door. Pushing off the covers, he grabbed a pair of jeans he’d tossed to the floor and stabbed his legs in one after the other. Turning, he noticed a wide-eyed, wavy-haired blonde staring at him from his bed. He wasn’t sure how it was possible, but she looked even more beautiful with her hair matted up at the back of her head and dark makeup smeared under her eyes.
    “Good morning,” he said, smiling at her, and then glared toward the hallway as he heard the annoying banging coming from the front door once again.
    “Seems like someone really wants to talk with you,” she muttered.
    Nodding, he told her, “Apparently so.” He stalked to his bedroom door but, before leaving, turned back to her. “You might want to get dressed. When people show up at my door this early in the morning, it’s never a good sign.”
    Clay looked through the peephole of his front door before opening it. With a groan, he placed his forehead against the hardwood and rolled his head from side to side. His fists were balled up against the white wood. Now that Hunter Boyd stood at his threshold, he didn’t think he could handle a morning that started out this way. Stiffening his spine, he grabbed hold of the doorknob, yanked it open, and glared at his unwelcome guest.
    He preferred to start his day making love to the woman who had delighted his senses and awakened his heart. In years, he hadn’t felt so many intriguing emotions. Grinding his teeth, he prayed this wouldn’t take long so he could resume a more pleasant morning, one that didn’t consist of staring blankly at the face of the man who was perhaps his only competition for Delilah’s affections.
    “What do you want?” Clay barked.
    “What do I want?” Hunter repeated angrily. “I want