Summer Heat by Jaci Burton

there,” she cried softly, holding onto his wrist and guiding the tempo of
his fingers.
    Her pleasure dripped
over him, soaking him, making it difficult if not near impossible to maintain
control as he increased the speed of his thrusts, sensing she was near
completion.
    “Fuck me faster,” she
begged, arching her back. He drove in and out of her with quick thrusts until
she moaned loudly. She stilled then, crying out as her climax washed over her,
her pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Her little whimpers and movements
nearly drove him over the edge right along with her.
    She shuddered as her
orgasm continued to arc through her body. He kept his fingers inside her,
wanting to feel every spasm, loving how wet she’d gotten, knowing how damn good
it was going to be when he came deep inside her.
    She lay there for a few
seconds and he watched her, her breasts rising and falling with her deep
breaths, tiny shudders making her body quake in his arms. Then she opened her
eyes and looked at him, a satisfied smile gracing her beautiful face.
    Aidan withdrew his
fingers and pulled her upright, keeping her situated on his lap.
    If he thought about
charts, graphs or marketing plans, he might, just might, be able to control the
urge to come in his pants.
    Until Melissa took his
soaked hand and licked her juices off his fingers. Riveted on her sucking and
the feel of her warm, wet mouth over him, he knew exactly what he wanted from
her.
    But was she willing to
give it?
    She pulled his fingers away
and licked her lips, then kissed him, sharing the taste of her sweet juices
with him.
    “Damn you’re good at
that,” he said.
    “At what?” she asked,
batting her lashes innocently.
    “At sucking my
fingers.”
    “Does it make you hot?”
    “Hell, yes.”
    Her lips curled in a
sensual smile that nearly knocked him off the bench. “Do you want me to suck
your cock like that?”
    Holy fuck. She  was  willing
to give him what he craved.

Chapter Four
     
    Melissa trembled at the
dark response in Aidan’s eyes, unable to believe what had just happened.
    Too much wine was the
culprit, no doubt. A hazy blanket fogged the common sense from her brain.
    She shouldn’t be doing
what she’d been doing with Aidan. She shouldn’t have allowed him to touch her,
to kiss her, to give her that lightning quick orgasm. Remnants of the
overwhelming pleasure still burned inside her.
    She shouldn’t want to
reach into his jeans and touch, lick and suck his cock.
    But she did. She wanted
all that.
    And more.
    It had to be the wine.
At least that’s what she’d decided to blame it on.
    “Well? Are you going to
answer me or not?” she asked, teasing him by licking the last vestiges of her
juices from her fingers. A part of her wondered who this wanton woman was who’d
just offered to give her new business partner a blow job. The other part of
her, the part she never set free, ignored the more reserved side and prodded
on.
    “Do I really need to
answer? I think you know what I want.”
    He showed her by
lifting her off his lap and situating himself on top of the picnic bench. He
leaned back on his hands, his crotch in perfect position for her mouth.
    Never before had she
wanted to do something so outrageous as sucking a man’s cock in a public place.
After all, he was her business partner. But she wouldn’t think of that right now.
The wine muddled her brain, melting it like the heated night had melted her
inhibitions.
    She wanted this.
Clearly, he did, too.
    Besides, she wanted to
give him the same kind of pleasure he’d just given her. She wanted to make him
feel wild and out of control.
    She stood and stepped
between his legs and the bench, her sundress nothing more than a wadded bunch
at her stomach. She couldn’t have cared less that her body was bared, nothing
more than a fine sheen of perspiration covering it.
    Who was this wild woman
eager to give a man pleasure? Frosty Cross didn’t behave this way. Was it so
wrong to want