breakfast.”
“Do tell.”
“He plays the field. Sleeps around. All kinds of women with no protection. Even hookers.”
“Does he?” Her eyes widened. She leaned in. “Because I know a hooker…”
“Damn it, Tina. He’s not a safe guy. You can’t flirt with him.” He ran his hand over his head. “You can’t flirt with anyone.”
“What? Am I supposed to be a nun?”
“Sounds great.”
“Fuck that. I’m a woman. A grown woman. If I want a man, I’ll have him.”
Something nasty snarled in his gut. His fingers opened and closed. His palm itched.
“Keep. Away. From. Ennis.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Goddamn it, Tina—”
She smirked. “You’re not the boss of me, Dane.”
His lips flapped. He wanted to say, “Yes I am,” but he couldn’t. Because it wasn’t true. He wasn’t.
“Just keep away from Ennis. Keep away from all of them.”
“All the men? On the planet?”
“Yes!”
“Why do you care who I fuck? You don’t want me.”
“I do goddamn too.”
With that, those words, their fight imploded. Sank in on itself and was swallowed up in silence. Something grew in the gaping hole it left. Something that swelled and threatened to consume them both.
They came together in a hot, hard rush—not him grabbing her or her grabbing him, but both of them grabbing, clinging to the other. Their lips met in a scorching kiss, wild, overwhelming, feral.
It had been too long since he’d tasted her, too long since he’d touched her. Far too long since he’d—
He backed her against the wall and yanked up her thigh, holding it with one hand while he fumbled between her legs with the other.
His pulse nearly shot through the top of his head at what he found. Fuck.
“You’re not wearing panties.”
“You never told me to put them back on.”
Her voice, soft, submissive—her words—slayed him. His knees wobbled. His cock surged.
“Goddamn, it Tina,” he snarled, yanking at the snap to his jeans, yanking down the zipper, thrusting her legs farther apart with the press of his body. “I’m going to fuck you, and fuck you good.”
“Just try it,” she snarled back, resistant to the bitter end. She curled her fingers into his shoulders, scored him with her nails and lifted up to give him more room, to angle her opening to just the right—
Ah. God.
So hot. So slick and sweet. She engulfed him in a scorching slide. The ripples of her cunt massaged him. She drenched him with welcome.
“Yes.” She threw her head back and arched into him, pushing against him, goading him on. “Fuck me. Fuck me Dane.”
He growled. And did. Holding her steady, holding her up, he ravaged her, fucking her hard and hot, whipping in and out in a flurry of passion and need. Heat rose quickly, for both of them. She started to flutter and he knew she was close, so he increased his pace. Manic lunges became a tumult, a mad welter of sensation. Harder and higher and, fuck , tighter.
When she came, panting and groaning and biting his shoulder through his shirt, she squeezed him so hard, his vision went red.
The damn burst. He erupted, filled her. Glorious release flooded him as he flooded her.
He dropped his head onto her shoulder and fought for breath, cringing as her orgasm continued around him, milking every drop.
Fucking bliss.
Fucking perfection.
Fuck, yeah.
Chapter Seven
“Well,” Tina huffed. All she could manage. That had freaking rocked her world. She’d loved the sensation of skin to skin. Loved the feel of his hot cum inside her. But she wasn’t going to be the one to mention they’d forgotten a condom.
He chuckled on a harsh breath. His cock, still hard, still deep inside her, bobbled. He slid out, then eased her legs down and helped her find her balance. His lips pressed against her forehead. His tongued dabbed at her there, as though he couldn’t get enough. His heat, his arms surrounded her. She loved that he didn’t immediately pull away.
“Are you okay?” he
“Do tell.”
“He plays the field. Sleeps around. All kinds of women with no protection. Even hookers.”
“Does he?” Her eyes widened. She leaned in. “Because I know a hooker…”
“Damn it, Tina. He’s not a safe guy. You can’t flirt with him.” He ran his hand over his head. “You can’t flirt with anyone.”
“What? Am I supposed to be a nun?”
“Sounds great.”
“Fuck that. I’m a woman. A grown woman. If I want a man, I’ll have him.”
Something nasty snarled in his gut. His fingers opened and closed. His palm itched.
“Keep. Away. From. Ennis.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Goddamn it, Tina—”
She smirked. “You’re not the boss of me, Dane.”
His lips flapped. He wanted to say, “Yes I am,” but he couldn’t. Because it wasn’t true. He wasn’t.
“Just keep away from Ennis. Keep away from all of them.”
“All the men? On the planet?”
“Yes!”
“Why do you care who I fuck? You don’t want me.”
“I do goddamn too.”
With that, those words, their fight imploded. Sank in on itself and was swallowed up in silence. Something grew in the gaping hole it left. Something that swelled and threatened to consume them both.
They came together in a hot, hard rush—not him grabbing her or her grabbing him, but both of them grabbing, clinging to the other. Their lips met in a scorching kiss, wild, overwhelming, feral.
It had been too long since he’d tasted her, too long since he’d touched her. Far too long since he’d—
He backed her against the wall and yanked up her thigh, holding it with one hand while he fumbled between her legs with the other.
His pulse nearly shot through the top of his head at what he found. Fuck.
“You’re not wearing panties.”
“You never told me to put them back on.”
Her voice, soft, submissive—her words—slayed him. His knees wobbled. His cock surged.
“Goddamn, it Tina,” he snarled, yanking at the snap to his jeans, yanking down the zipper, thrusting her legs farther apart with the press of his body. “I’m going to fuck you, and fuck you good.”
“Just try it,” she snarled back, resistant to the bitter end. She curled her fingers into his shoulders, scored him with her nails and lifted up to give him more room, to angle her opening to just the right—
Ah. God.
So hot. So slick and sweet. She engulfed him in a scorching slide. The ripples of her cunt massaged him. She drenched him with welcome.
“Yes.” She threw her head back and arched into him, pushing against him, goading him on. “Fuck me. Fuck me Dane.”
He growled. And did. Holding her steady, holding her up, he ravaged her, fucking her hard and hot, whipping in and out in a flurry of passion and need. Heat rose quickly, for both of them. She started to flutter and he knew she was close, so he increased his pace. Manic lunges became a tumult, a mad welter of sensation. Harder and higher and, fuck , tighter.
When she came, panting and groaning and biting his shoulder through his shirt, she squeezed him so hard, his vision went red.
The damn burst. He erupted, filled her. Glorious release flooded him as he flooded her.
He dropped his head onto her shoulder and fought for breath, cringing as her orgasm continued around him, milking every drop.
Fucking bliss.
Fucking perfection.
Fuck, yeah.
Chapter Seven
“Well,” Tina huffed. All she could manage. That had freaking rocked her world. She’d loved the sensation of skin to skin. Loved the feel of his hot cum inside her. But she wasn’t going to be the one to mention they’d forgotten a condom.
He chuckled on a harsh breath. His cock, still hard, still deep inside her, bobbled. He slid out, then eased her legs down and helped her find her balance. His lips pressed against her forehead. His tongued dabbed at her there, as though he couldn’t get enough. His heat, his arms surrounded her. She loved that he didn’t immediately pull away.
“Are you okay?” he
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