pussy.
After a minute, he bussed her forehead. Then he, too, withdrew.
“Thank you, love.”
When Mike pulled out, Kate pivoted. She wanted to kiss him but was afraid of his reaction when another man’s seed glistened on her lips. She shouldn’t have worried. He cupped her neck then drew her head to his for a searing kiss. She shared the taste of Dave’s come, of all the ecstasy that had fil ed her, then drooped against his heaving chest.
She felt his chuckle when one of the guys said, “I’m hungry but I think you charred the burgers, dude.”
Kate bolted upright in bed. Disoriented, she checked the clock on her nightstand. Two a.m. The delicious soreness in her joints at least relieved her that she hadn’t been dreaming about Mike’s crew again. She’d really done it. She’d taken them al and loved every second of it.
So why did she feel like crying? Why did she feel more alone than ever?
“Everything okay?” The tender question from her right terrified her. If she looked, and he was just a figment of her imagination, she didn’t think she could survive. “Babe, are you all right?”
Mike.
She sobbed in relief. To hel with hiding her feelings any longer. He’d shown her the beauty of trusting your lover enough to bare your soul. Your desires. And what she desired most was lying in bed with her right now.
“Oh God. Were we too rough? Where does it hurt?” Mike knelt beside her, cupping her cheeks in his palms.
She shoved his hands away, not wanting to give in to the temptation they would surely bring once he realized she hadn’t been injured.
“It will only hurt if you leave me,” she whispered, surprised at the scratchy tone of her voice, hoarse from her earlier screams.
“Leave you? Kate, why the hel would I leave you?” He flipped on the bedside lamp, then returned to peer into her eyes. “You don’t get it, do you? All the time we’ve spent together this summer—laughing, working and wanting each other—only dug me deeper. I wasn’t asking you out just to sleep with you. I’m not going anywhere…unless you make me.”
“Never.” Her heart raced ten times faster than it had by the pool. She wanted to give him the world. “So, what’s your wildest fantasy?”
“I’d…” He cut off then blew a breath toward the ceiling, unable to finish.
“What could you possibly be afraid to say after what we just did?” She trailed her fingertips along his cheek.
Mike’s sheepish grin sent shivers along her spine. “I’d like to make love, sweet and slow. Then build something lasting. In this house…with you.”
“That’s a dream I share. Make it come true. For us both.”
He lowered her to the bed then covered her eyelids with tender kisses. She welcomed him home with open arms.
About the Author
Jayne Rylon’s stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Her writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.
Jayne is a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA), the Central Ohio Fiction Writers (COFW), International Heat and Passionate Ink. To learn more about her, please visit www.jaynerylon.com , send an email to [email protected] or join in the fun at International Heat,
http://internationalheat.wordpress.com .
Look for these titles by Jayne Rylon
Now Available:
Dream Machine
Nice and Naughty
Night is Darkest
Three’s Company
Some secrets refuse to stay hidden.
Night Is Darkest
© 2009 Jayne Rylon
Lacey Daughtry’s perfect weekend is interrupted by tragic news of her brother’s murder in the line of duty.
Plagued by a rash of mysterious phone cal s, she turns to her brother’s best friends and fel ow officers for protection…and
After a minute, he bussed her forehead. Then he, too, withdrew.
“Thank you, love.”
When Mike pulled out, Kate pivoted. She wanted to kiss him but was afraid of his reaction when another man’s seed glistened on her lips. She shouldn’t have worried. He cupped her neck then drew her head to his for a searing kiss. She shared the taste of Dave’s come, of all the ecstasy that had fil ed her, then drooped against his heaving chest.
She felt his chuckle when one of the guys said, “I’m hungry but I think you charred the burgers, dude.”
Kate bolted upright in bed. Disoriented, she checked the clock on her nightstand. Two a.m. The delicious soreness in her joints at least relieved her that she hadn’t been dreaming about Mike’s crew again. She’d really done it. She’d taken them al and loved every second of it.
So why did she feel like crying? Why did she feel more alone than ever?
“Everything okay?” The tender question from her right terrified her. If she looked, and he was just a figment of her imagination, she didn’t think she could survive. “Babe, are you all right?”
Mike.
She sobbed in relief. To hel with hiding her feelings any longer. He’d shown her the beauty of trusting your lover enough to bare your soul. Your desires. And what she desired most was lying in bed with her right now.
“Oh God. Were we too rough? Where does it hurt?” Mike knelt beside her, cupping her cheeks in his palms.
She shoved his hands away, not wanting to give in to the temptation they would surely bring once he realized she hadn’t been injured.
“It will only hurt if you leave me,” she whispered, surprised at the scratchy tone of her voice, hoarse from her earlier screams.
“Leave you? Kate, why the hel would I leave you?” He flipped on the bedside lamp, then returned to peer into her eyes. “You don’t get it, do you? All the time we’ve spent together this summer—laughing, working and wanting each other—only dug me deeper. I wasn’t asking you out just to sleep with you. I’m not going anywhere…unless you make me.”
“Never.” Her heart raced ten times faster than it had by the pool. She wanted to give him the world. “So, what’s your wildest fantasy?”
“I’d…” He cut off then blew a breath toward the ceiling, unable to finish.
“What could you possibly be afraid to say after what we just did?” She trailed her fingertips along his cheek.
Mike’s sheepish grin sent shivers along her spine. “I’d like to make love, sweet and slow. Then build something lasting. In this house…with you.”
“That’s a dream I share. Make it come true. For us both.”
He lowered her to the bed then covered her eyelids with tender kisses. She welcomed him home with open arms.
About the Author
Jayne Rylon’s stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Her writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.
Jayne is a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA), the Central Ohio Fiction Writers (COFW), International Heat and Passionate Ink. To learn more about her, please visit www.jaynerylon.com , send an email to [email protected] or join in the fun at International Heat,
http://internationalheat.wordpress.com .
Look for these titles by Jayne Rylon
Now Available:
Dream Machine
Nice and Naughty
Night is Darkest
Three’s Company
Some secrets refuse to stay hidden.
Night Is Darkest
© 2009 Jayne Rylon
Lacey Daughtry’s perfect weekend is interrupted by tragic news of her brother’s murder in the line of duty.
Plagued by a rash of mysterious phone cal s, she turns to her brother’s best friends and fel ow officers for protection…and
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