by Desiree Holt
“Hold on, darlin’,” he gasped. “One little pinch. That’s all. I promise.”
He flexed his hips and pushed, hard enough to break through. She cried out, and he stilled, giving her time again to adjust.
“Okay?” Sweat was pouring from his body, and his blood was boiling.”Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no,” burst from her lips. “Don’t stop.”
“Okay. Okay.”
He rolled his hips and set up a slow, steady pace, watching her through slitted eyes as her breathing changed and her blue eyes stared up at him. Slowly, in slight increments, her body accepted his cock completely, her moist heat so tight around him it stole his breath. Her cunt was like a wet fist gripping him, squeezing him.
Don’t rush, don’t rush, don’t rush.
But in a moment, the tempo of her body changed, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.
“Do it,” she panted. “Do it now.”
He increased his pace, moving one hand to take her clit between thumb and forefinger, stroking it harder and harder. The arm he braced himself with shook with the effort. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the sign she was ready to climax. When the tremors began in her vaginal channel, he thrust harder, again and again, until her orgasm roared through her, taking him with it, and he emptied himself into the latex reservoir, his cock pulsing until he was afraid he would never stop.
When he collapsed on top of her, bracing himself on his forearms, his heart thundered and his pulse raced like a roller coaster. He dragged air into his lungs in huge gasps. Finally, he rolled to the side, his penis still inside her body as he pulled her against him. His hand caressed her arm and her back; his fingers sifted through her hair.
“Are you all right?” he asked, seeking the truth in her eyes.
She smiled at him. “More than all right. Maybe perfect.”
“Did I hurt you, darlin’? I tried not to.”
“Only for a second. And then…God, Zane. It was like nothing else I’ve ever felt.” Her eyes glittered. “It was…like magic.” She molded her body against his, her hand making little circles on his chest.
He brushed kisses on her cheeks and forehead, then took her mouth as if he’d never get enough of it again. Her heart beat as fast as his, her uneven breath mingling with his. There were so many things he wanted to do with her. To her. He wondered how far he could push her before she left him behind in the dust.
Pushing the hair back from her face, he gave her one light, last kiss. Then he slid reluctantly from her body and stood up, disposing of the condom in a handkerchief and stuffing it in his pocket. He pulled out another square of white cotton and knelt between her legs, tenderly wiping away the evidence of their coupling and planting a soft kiss on her pouty lips.
She had given him a gift tonight, and he would treat her with the proper respect. If only he didn’t know deep inside that Jamie Randall thought staying in Amen was like a bird trapped in a cage. And he had no idea how to change her mind.
****
Zane opened his eyes and glanced quickly around him to make sure he was still hidden and alone. The memory of that night remained so vivid it might have happened yesterday. Despite their bitter parting, he’d never been able to completely kill his feelings for her. God knows he’d fucked enough women, trying to erase the imprint of her body from his memory. The feel of her like a wet glove around him. The unbelievable feeling of that first time.
He certainly had enough regrets. He’d tried to tell her things would be different between them, that he wanted more from her than just sex, and she might have believed him if he hadn’t made a stupid mistake.
Two nights later, he was in the Roadkill Bar, drinking with his buddies, tying one on for no good reason at all. And Darlene Esquivel had come onto him full force. It was tragically unfortunate that he’d been all but fucking her against the side of his pickup when Jamie pulled into the parking lot of the Gas ‘n Go right next door.
The sex they’d had after that was just that—sex. She was once again on her kick of blowing away the dust of Amen and him, too. Nothing he said could make a difference. Only her absence had allowed him to deal with it.
But now she was back.
Damn it.
His skin was burning and his body ached. One kiss and he wanted her more than ever before. He wanted her worse than a doper wanted his next fix. Zane knew, one way or another, he’d have her, and then he’d be even sorrier than he was now.
Jamming his foot down on the accelerator, he laid rubber pulling back onto the highway and tearing off down the asphalt.
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