“Did you just smell me?”
“I did. I want to remember how delicious you smell after you’re gone.” He stiffened slightly as he started up the stairs. “All dark and manly.” She traced the line of his jaw with her fingers. She might be hazy on the details, but one thing was for certain—Caleb had trusted this man with his life. Would she ever be willing to trust him with her heart? She snorted at the thought, causing Joe to give her a curious stare. Get a grip, Amanda, he hasn’t asked for your heart.
Everyone said she gave her heart too easily. Maybe they were right. She hadn’t even known Joe for twenty-four hours and already she was fantasizing about what it would be like to keep him forever. She felt a pang of regret that their time together would soon come to an end. It’s for the best.
Her past boyfriends had bruised her pride. They’d made her question her very womanhood, but she realized now she hadn’t loved them. They’d never had the power to really hurt her. This man, though—with his good looks, quick wit, and astonishing skills in the bedroom—she just knew this man was different. I could love him. I could lose myself in him. Meaning this man could crush her very soul. She wouldn’t survive it. It wasn’t a chance she could take. She’d guard her heart and enjoy him while he was here. When the time came, she’d let him go.
Joe swept her into the bedroom and she slid down his body until her feet hit the floor. She brazenly rubbed herself against his thigh and a tiny moan escaped her lips. At some point during that first bottle of Jack, she’d changed out of her robe and into her favorite yoga pants and T-shirt. The sensation of the material pressing into her aching nub was almost enough to set her off.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, she stepped back from him and slowly pulled at her T-shirt. Joe’s eyes narrowed as she revealed the bare skin of her belly. She edged the shirt up to caress the bottom curve of her breasts, and then pulled it tight against her hardened nipples. “Do you have any idea what I’m thinking?” She looked pointedly at the growing bulge in his jeans.
He watched her with great interest. “I have a pretty good idea.”
“You made me a promise.” She moistened her lips as she sat on the end of the bed. “I aim to collect.”
“Promise?” He stripped off his shirt, hardened flesh flexing with every movement.
She pouted. “You said I’d have a chance to finish you off. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?”
“You’re drunk.” He grinned foolishly and unbuttoned his jeans.
Amanda couldn’t take her eyes off his hands. Hands that had already given her more pleasure than she’d ever known. He lowered the zipper and released his cock. It bobbed against his stomach, rigid and proud. “I’m horny, that’s what I am. And maybe a little drunk.” She laughed lightly and looked up at him. “I want you in my mouth.” She glanced down at his swollen cock. “Please.”
*
One little word. One little word and Joe fisted his cock to stop himself from coming on the spot. This woman had him acting like a teenager the moment she got him naked. “You are a menace,” he growled. He finished stripping off his jeans. Standing naked before her, he reached out and jerked her from the bed. His mouth came down on hers before she took a breath. He teased her with his tongue, running it lightly across the fullness of her lower lip. “Open for me, baby,” he murmured against her. “Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.” His erection jerked against her stomach in promise. He felt her relax against him, her soft hands urgently roaming his skin. She licked and nipped at him before he took possession of her mouth. She teased the flattened disc of his nipple with her fingernail, causing his hungry male groan to fill the room.
She wanted control. It was obvious when she spun him and pushed him down onto the bed. She wore the determined look of
“I did. I want to remember how delicious you smell after you’re gone.” He stiffened slightly as he started up the stairs. “All dark and manly.” She traced the line of his jaw with her fingers. She might be hazy on the details, but one thing was for certain—Caleb had trusted this man with his life. Would she ever be willing to trust him with her heart? She snorted at the thought, causing Joe to give her a curious stare. Get a grip, Amanda, he hasn’t asked for your heart.
Everyone said she gave her heart too easily. Maybe they were right. She hadn’t even known Joe for twenty-four hours and already she was fantasizing about what it would be like to keep him forever. She felt a pang of regret that their time together would soon come to an end. It’s for the best.
Her past boyfriends had bruised her pride. They’d made her question her very womanhood, but she realized now she hadn’t loved them. They’d never had the power to really hurt her. This man, though—with his good looks, quick wit, and astonishing skills in the bedroom—she just knew this man was different. I could love him. I could lose myself in him. Meaning this man could crush her very soul. She wouldn’t survive it. It wasn’t a chance she could take. She’d guard her heart and enjoy him while he was here. When the time came, she’d let him go.
Joe swept her into the bedroom and she slid down his body until her feet hit the floor. She brazenly rubbed herself against his thigh and a tiny moan escaped her lips. At some point during that first bottle of Jack, she’d changed out of her robe and into her favorite yoga pants and T-shirt. The sensation of the material pressing into her aching nub was almost enough to set her off.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, she stepped back from him and slowly pulled at her T-shirt. Joe’s eyes narrowed as she revealed the bare skin of her belly. She edged the shirt up to caress the bottom curve of her breasts, and then pulled it tight against her hardened nipples. “Do you have any idea what I’m thinking?” She looked pointedly at the growing bulge in his jeans.
He watched her with great interest. “I have a pretty good idea.”
“You made me a promise.” She moistened her lips as she sat on the end of the bed. “I aim to collect.”
“Promise?” He stripped off his shirt, hardened flesh flexing with every movement.
She pouted. “You said I’d have a chance to finish you off. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?”
“You’re drunk.” He grinned foolishly and unbuttoned his jeans.
Amanda couldn’t take her eyes off his hands. Hands that had already given her more pleasure than she’d ever known. He lowered the zipper and released his cock. It bobbed against his stomach, rigid and proud. “I’m horny, that’s what I am. And maybe a little drunk.” She laughed lightly and looked up at him. “I want you in my mouth.” She glanced down at his swollen cock. “Please.”
*
One little word. One little word and Joe fisted his cock to stop himself from coming on the spot. This woman had him acting like a teenager the moment she got him naked. “You are a menace,” he growled. He finished stripping off his jeans. Standing naked before her, he reached out and jerked her from the bed. His mouth came down on hers before she took a breath. He teased her with his tongue, running it lightly across the fullness of her lower lip. “Open for me, baby,” he murmured against her. “Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.” His erection jerked against her stomach in promise. He felt her relax against him, her soft hands urgently roaming his skin. She licked and nipped at him before he took possession of her mouth. She teased the flattened disc of his nipple with her fingernail, causing his hungry male groan to fill the room.
She wanted control. It was obvious when she spun him and pushed him down onto the bed. She wore the determined look of
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