he’d found heaven. For several minutes they kissed as he played with her soft hair and drank in her sweet breath. She unleashed his hunger for more when she tugged his shirttail from his pants and her hands began exploring his bare chest beneath the cotton.
He moved away for a second, taking her hands from under his shirt and dragging her to a seated position. “I want to see you.” He grasped the hem of her T-shirt and tugged it off. His gaze drifted down her body, savoring every bare inch of skin revealed to him. Her bra was dark pink, delicate and surprisingly feminine. He’d pictured her as a no-nonsense kind of woman when it came to underwear, so he was pleased to discover this sexy side. “That bra is hot.” His fingers traced the tops of her breasts exposed by the lacy material.
“My turn.” She pulled his shirt over his head and he was amazed when she leaned forward, teasing his small, tight nipples with her tongue. She nipped his pec with her teeth, the small bite painful and erotic as hell. She soothed the sore spot with a soft kiss.
Jesus. Lane was going to be a firecracker in bed.
51
Mari Carr
Tris hadn’t planned beyond a little bit of making out, some touching and kissing, but Lane triggered something inside him that was going to be hard to corral. He gripped the top of her bra, drawing it below her breasts. The lace held her tits up and out and his mouth watered for a taste. Bending down, he took one turgid nipple into his mouth, sucking on the warm flesh.
“God,” she whispered as he increased the suction. Her fingers tightened in his hair and he gave her a bit of her own medicine, teasing her nipple with his teeth. “Harder,” she pleaded and he complied. She cried out and he had to fight not to take her right then and there.
“Pants off.” His hands wrestled with the button and zipper on her jeans.
She hesitated and he stopped, waiting until her gaze rose to his. “I just want to touch you, Lane. Nothing more, I promise.”
A shy smile crossed her lips and she helped him remove her jeans, lifting her hips and kicking off the denim and her panties in one quick movement. He pushed her back onto the bed, his lips covering every bare inch of skin with kisses, licks, nips.
She gripped his waist, tugging him over her, ankles wrapping together at the base of his back. She used her legs to draw his hips to the vee between her thighs. He thrust his covered cock against her pussy, the wet heat of her body penetrating the thick material of his jeans. He thrust over and over, using the rough denim to stimulate her clit as he kissed her and his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing the firm, soft mounds.
He literally couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t touch enough of her.
She lifted her hips, rubbing her cunt against him, her fingernails scratching a path across his back that was painful and sexy as hell. His mind whirled as he tried to make this wild woman fit the image of the staid, calm friend he thought he’d known until this moment.
He fought to pull himself together. He was humping Lane like a dog in heat in his sister’s bedroom. This hadn’t been his intention when he’d come into the room. He moved away and grinned at the dazed look in his kitten’s eyes.
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Waiting for Wednesday
He pushed himself to lie beside her and watched a frown cross her face. “I’m not going to leave you.” He caressed her stomach, letting his fingers travel lower to tangle with the dark hair covering her pussy. “Open your legs.” Her thighs parted and he wasted no time pushing two fingers deep inside her. She groaned, her eyes drifting closed.
“Watch me,” he demanded. Her eyelids fluttered as he dragged his fingers out. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
She smiled for only a second before her lips parted on a gasp. He added a third finger and increased his pace. Her hips thrust in time with his motions and she gave an adorable squeal when he applied pressure to her clit
He moved away for a second, taking her hands from under his shirt and dragging her to a seated position. “I want to see you.” He grasped the hem of her T-shirt and tugged it off. His gaze drifted down her body, savoring every bare inch of skin revealed to him. Her bra was dark pink, delicate and surprisingly feminine. He’d pictured her as a no-nonsense kind of woman when it came to underwear, so he was pleased to discover this sexy side. “That bra is hot.” His fingers traced the tops of her breasts exposed by the lacy material.
“My turn.” She pulled his shirt over his head and he was amazed when she leaned forward, teasing his small, tight nipples with her tongue. She nipped his pec with her teeth, the small bite painful and erotic as hell. She soothed the sore spot with a soft kiss.
Jesus. Lane was going to be a firecracker in bed.
51
Mari Carr
Tris hadn’t planned beyond a little bit of making out, some touching and kissing, but Lane triggered something inside him that was going to be hard to corral. He gripped the top of her bra, drawing it below her breasts. The lace held her tits up and out and his mouth watered for a taste. Bending down, he took one turgid nipple into his mouth, sucking on the warm flesh.
“God,” she whispered as he increased the suction. Her fingers tightened in his hair and he gave her a bit of her own medicine, teasing her nipple with his teeth. “Harder,” she pleaded and he complied. She cried out and he had to fight not to take her right then and there.
“Pants off.” His hands wrestled with the button and zipper on her jeans.
She hesitated and he stopped, waiting until her gaze rose to his. “I just want to touch you, Lane. Nothing more, I promise.”
A shy smile crossed her lips and she helped him remove her jeans, lifting her hips and kicking off the denim and her panties in one quick movement. He pushed her back onto the bed, his lips covering every bare inch of skin with kisses, licks, nips.
She gripped his waist, tugging him over her, ankles wrapping together at the base of his back. She used her legs to draw his hips to the vee between her thighs. He thrust his covered cock against her pussy, the wet heat of her body penetrating the thick material of his jeans. He thrust over and over, using the rough denim to stimulate her clit as he kissed her and his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing the firm, soft mounds.
He literally couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t touch enough of her.
She lifted her hips, rubbing her cunt against him, her fingernails scratching a path across his back that was painful and sexy as hell. His mind whirled as he tried to make this wild woman fit the image of the staid, calm friend he thought he’d known until this moment.
He fought to pull himself together. He was humping Lane like a dog in heat in his sister’s bedroom. This hadn’t been his intention when he’d come into the room. He moved away and grinned at the dazed look in his kitten’s eyes.
52
Waiting for Wednesday
He pushed himself to lie beside her and watched a frown cross her face. “I’m not going to leave you.” He caressed her stomach, letting his fingers travel lower to tangle with the dark hair covering her pussy. “Open your legs.” Her thighs parted and he wasted no time pushing two fingers deep inside her. She groaned, her eyes drifting closed.
“Watch me,” he demanded. Her eyelids fluttered as he dragged his fingers out. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
She smiled for only a second before her lips parted on a gasp. He added a third finger and increased his pace. Her hips thrust in time with his motions and she gave an adorable squeal when he applied pressure to her clit
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