heel of her shoe in her rush to get the one off without removing the other. Her bra was much easier and when she straddled him again she was naked except for a pair of navy high heels.
He felt her bare ass settle on his lap and his eyes snapped open, taking in smooth tanned skin with no lace to interrupt the curves. He shuddered. “God, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“I could say the same about you.” She smiled and ran her free hand flat palmed over his chest.
She raised herself up and their eyes locked. Staring into each other’s eyes a subtle, unspoken challenge arose and she lowered herself slowly onto him and watched desire play across his feature turning a softly handsome face into something primitive and purely sexual. She couldn’t decide which was more attractive. She kissed him hard and took him all the way inside.
She broke off the kiss too soon for his liking and quickly made it up to him. She stretched, tangling her hands in her hair, and arching her back. She rode him with reckless abandon, her body an exotic and erotic show and as much as he wanted to touch her, steady her, encourage her, he kept his hands by his side and let her pleasure them both.
When he couldn’t stand it any longer he whispered, “Please. Please, Chloe let me touch you. Please, you’re torturing me.”
She opened her eyes and he expected to see mischief in them. Instead there was pure, nameless emotion, raw, unfiltered, and all he could do was stare into the depths of her eyes until he came to the earth shattering realization that she loved him. More than her brothers, more than rumours, more than secrets, more than suspicions, she loved him. And he knew in that instant that he loved her just as much. No racing rivalry, no sabotage, and no over-protective brothers would keep him away from Chloe. Anything she asked he would do, without question, and he knew, somehow, that if he asked, really asked, for anything she would give it without hesitation.
As emotions and promises passed unspoken between them she whispered, “Touch me.”
They moved slowly at first, every touch of his hands or rocking of her hips softened by the intensity of what they had shared. With her hands braced against his chest and his hands caressing her breasts and thighs she rode him, unable to look away from his face.
Emotional intensity soon became physical intensity and she bowed her head as passion and pleasure built inside her. With every thrust and every caress she felt herself drawing closer and closer to her sweet release.
As beautiful as she was and as much as he loved her he couldn’t keep the mischievous thoughts from his mind. With a wicked smile he placed his hands on her breasts, subtly bracing him, and then he bucked his hips, driving himself deep inside her and throwing her off balance.
She squeaked and her eyes snapped open. She glared at him and he just smirked back at her. “Yes?”
“I was getting close and you threw me off.”
Honest to the point of being blunt. He loved it. “I’m sorry. By all means, continue.”
It didn’t take long for Chloe to rekindle the heat in the pit of her stomach and she moaned in eager anticipation, her hands going to her throat as her chin tipped up and…
She fell forward, her hands dropping to his chest, a ragged gasp escaping her throat. Glaring was an understatement and the wide-eyed innocent look on his face when she knew that he knew full well what he’d done only aggravated her further.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, a little too sweetly.
She growled, grabbed a pillow, and slammed it down on his face. He knocked it away, spluttering in surprise. “You know exactly what’s wrong!”
“Let me help.” Without waiting for an answer he flipped her over, her yelp of surprise making his body burn with feral desire, and started pumping in and out of her, his self-control frayed to the point of snapping completely.
She started to protest, she even
He felt her bare ass settle on his lap and his eyes snapped open, taking in smooth tanned skin with no lace to interrupt the curves. He shuddered. “God, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“I could say the same about you.” She smiled and ran her free hand flat palmed over his chest.
She raised herself up and their eyes locked. Staring into each other’s eyes a subtle, unspoken challenge arose and she lowered herself slowly onto him and watched desire play across his feature turning a softly handsome face into something primitive and purely sexual. She couldn’t decide which was more attractive. She kissed him hard and took him all the way inside.
She broke off the kiss too soon for his liking and quickly made it up to him. She stretched, tangling her hands in her hair, and arching her back. She rode him with reckless abandon, her body an exotic and erotic show and as much as he wanted to touch her, steady her, encourage her, he kept his hands by his side and let her pleasure them both.
When he couldn’t stand it any longer he whispered, “Please. Please, Chloe let me touch you. Please, you’re torturing me.”
She opened her eyes and he expected to see mischief in them. Instead there was pure, nameless emotion, raw, unfiltered, and all he could do was stare into the depths of her eyes until he came to the earth shattering realization that she loved him. More than her brothers, more than rumours, more than secrets, more than suspicions, she loved him. And he knew in that instant that he loved her just as much. No racing rivalry, no sabotage, and no over-protective brothers would keep him away from Chloe. Anything she asked he would do, without question, and he knew, somehow, that if he asked, really asked, for anything she would give it without hesitation.
As emotions and promises passed unspoken between them she whispered, “Touch me.”
They moved slowly at first, every touch of his hands or rocking of her hips softened by the intensity of what they had shared. With her hands braced against his chest and his hands caressing her breasts and thighs she rode him, unable to look away from his face.
Emotional intensity soon became physical intensity and she bowed her head as passion and pleasure built inside her. With every thrust and every caress she felt herself drawing closer and closer to her sweet release.
As beautiful as she was and as much as he loved her he couldn’t keep the mischievous thoughts from his mind. With a wicked smile he placed his hands on her breasts, subtly bracing him, and then he bucked his hips, driving himself deep inside her and throwing her off balance.
She squeaked and her eyes snapped open. She glared at him and he just smirked back at her. “Yes?”
“I was getting close and you threw me off.”
Honest to the point of being blunt. He loved it. “I’m sorry. By all means, continue.”
It didn’t take long for Chloe to rekindle the heat in the pit of her stomach and she moaned in eager anticipation, her hands going to her throat as her chin tipped up and…
She fell forward, her hands dropping to his chest, a ragged gasp escaping her throat. Glaring was an understatement and the wide-eyed innocent look on his face when she knew that he knew full well what he’d done only aggravated her further.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, a little too sweetly.
She growled, grabbed a pillow, and slammed it down on his face. He knocked it away, spluttering in surprise. “You know exactly what’s wrong!”
“Let me help.” Without waiting for an answer he flipped her over, her yelp of surprise making his body burn with feral desire, and started pumping in and out of her, his self-control frayed to the point of snapping completely.
She started to protest, she even
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