When Passion Flares (The Dark Horse Trilogy Book 2) by Cynthia Dane Page B

thoughts. “I need you.”
    The bust of her dress came away, and so did the bra beneath it. Hunter licked the tip of her breast, delighting in her body’s response to his touch. His wandering hand now encountered the brunt of her softness, and she gasped again, having him touch her so intimately.
    His only wish was that they could have this moment forever. He tried to not think about their parting later, or the fact that he had yet to hold her for a full night. The few moments they had were never enough. Broom closets, hotel rooms… they were fun for the moment, but what Hunter truly wanted was to lay his love down and smother her with affection, for a full night. Just one night! She’s never experienced anything quite like that before. Not with him.
    “Just like that.” Kerri’s voice was ragged now, having long given herself over to the physical passion erupting between them. Hunter could not say he was immune to it either. He strained against his trousers, and he knew that Kerri could feel it beneath her thighs. As it dug through his clothing and into her flesh, she groaned, her legs opening so Hunter could push his fingers into her cleft and pleasure her. Although he should not have been surprised that she was already as wet as she was, he could not help but become more aroused. The scent of her hit him like a brick to the head.
    Kerri, in her famished haze, struggled with his zipper. When it came undone, she wasted no time reaching in and pulling him out of his trousers. Now it was him who groaned, his lover’s lips on his throat.
    One thing he never asked her was how experienced she was. Never seemed like the thing to ask a young woman, since Hunter liked to think he had some tact. But there was no denying that Kerri had a level of skill at establishing protection he rarely found in other partners. Hunter didn’t know if she was a natural at touching a man until he quivered in near ecstasy, or if she learned from someone else in her past. I don’t care. Other men didn’t matter. She was his now, and he felt lucky to have her hand on him. Only she could make him nearly lose himself without feeling an ounce of shame.
    Without further ado, Kerri straddled his lap and leaned her head over his. The table was in the way, but neither of them cared. They only had eyes and lips for each other, and Kerri’s heat was dangerously close to Hunter’s. One swift motion and…
    He was inside her, and she groaned, the weight of the world falling off her shoulders.
    “Oh, God.” Watching her eyes close and the rest of her face contort in sexual serenity was almost too much to bear. Kerri slid her finger down the front of her dress, both of her breasts out of their casements and pressed against Hunter’s frame. The only part of him once exposed was now inside her, and every movement of her hips pulled on him until he moaned in delight.
    Their thrusts had to be contained in a chair like that. Granted, Hunter wasn’t sure that he had the energy to give his all right now, not with Kerri’s plight weighing heavily on his mind. But they were quickly swept away when she took hold of his shoulders and created a steady rhythm that creaked against the table behind her. A rhythm that made the rest of her body dance, including her breasts as they moved before Hunter’s eyes.
    He didn’t know what she was thinking, being so provocative so quickly. Hunter held himself off as long as he could, but with his girlfriend’s beautiful body dancing before him and the desire to forget his troubles plaguing his spirit, he soon lost himself to the intimate world he and Kerri created.
    Fingers gripped the back of his head as his dug into the flesh of her rear. Her heat brought his into her, one languished thrust at a time.
    They embraced when it passed. Hunter did not wish to remove himself from her, but Kerri eased off him and stood beside the table with doubt still clouding her face. I’m sorry, my love. He didn’t say it. Kerri probably