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Callused, rasping against her flesh, stroking, his fingers sent heated lashes of pleasure racing through her. She could practically feel her senses melting for him. The inner flesh of her pussy was definitely trying to melt for him. Slick and heated, her juices spilled from her, weeping to the swollen lips and engorged clit throbbing for his touch.
“Doogan . . .”
His lips stole whatever she was about to say. They covered hers, his kiss instantly ravenous, his tongue plunging inside and rubbing against hers.
Oh God, she’d missed him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him to her, Zoey tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning at the exquisite sensations racing through her, sizzling through her senses and wiping everything from her mind but the need for him. A need she couldn’t, wouldn’t fight.
TWENTY
She didn’t know why he was there, and for this moment in time she wouldn’t let herself care. For right now, the need for him, the need to have him touch her, hold her, one more time, was all that mattered.
“God, I missed you, baby,” he breathed out, his voice rough as his head lifted.
His hand slid to her hips again, lifted her, and laid her back along the still-warm hood of the car, his hands going to the snap and zipper of her denim shorts.
“I do have a bed, remember?” She frowned up at him, but her hips lifted, a moan spilling from her as he drew the material down her legs. “This is completely decadent, Doogan.”
His smile was knowing. “No, baby, this is completely tame,” he assured her. “We’ll get to decadent real soon, though.”
Well, at least he was staying around long enough for decadent. She wondered how far from decadent this was in his opinion, though.
“I haven’t forgiven you yet.” There wasn’t a damned thing for her to hold on to. Her fingers curled, reaching above her, finding the rim of the hood and gripping it desperately as he pulled her boots from her feet and dropped them to the cement floor.
“Let’s see if I can convince you to forgive me a little faster.” The dark growl in his voice was the only warning she had before his lips lowered, his tongue swiping through the swollen folds and sending her senses into flames.
Dark, almost black eyes stared up at her as he licked at her, his tongue rolling around her clit, rubbing at it, tormenting the little nub with striking flares of desperate pleasure. And it was so good. So good she could only lift to him, moan and whimper for more. More sensation, more of the whipping, whirling sensations that made her feel him all the way to her ragged soul.
A heated, sucking kiss to her clit had her hips jerking to him. When his head lifted, she was ready to wail in protest.
“Take the fucking shirt off,” he groaned. “Let me see your pretty breasts, Zoey, and those hard, tight little nipples.”
Still watching her, he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub of her clit, then massaged it with a slow, rolling little move of his tongue.
She all but tore her shirt and bra from her, tossing the material to the floor, uncaring of where it fell. Immediately her fingers gripped her nipples, tightened on them, tugging at them as brutal fingers of overwhelming sensation tore straight to her clit.
“Fuck.” He pulled back, his gaze moving to her clit then to meet her eyes. “Your little clit’s throbbing for me, Zoey. Pushing against my tongue. So eager. It’s so damned eager to cum for me.”
“Then let me cum.” Lifting her hips, her fingers pinching at her nipples, she rode a wave of such intense pleasure she almost lost her breath.
“Not without me, baby.” As he pulled back, one hand gripped the iron-hard length of his cock that he’d already released from his pants.
Thick, heavy veins ran over it, blood pulsing through them in a throbbing rhythm. The plum-shaped head was dark, imposing in its width, and tucking against the weeping center of her body.
“I can’t wait, Zoey.” Hard, callused fingers gripped her thighs. “I can’t wait, baby.”
She licked her lips, fighting to breathe. “Don’t wait, Doogan. Fuck me . . . Oh God, Doogan,” she cried out at the first, hard push inside her gripping depths.
The tissue convulsed, clenched around the intruder, stroking and milking the hard flesh that came to a stop only a bare few inches inside her.
“Fuck. You’re tight,” he snarled, his teeth baring, extreme pleasure tightening his face.
“Take me hard, then,” she demanded, reaching behind her again to hold on to the rim of the hood. “Give me all of you, Doogan. Show me how to fly again. Make me burn . . .”
The groan that tore from his chest came as he drew back, paused, poised at the rippling entrance as his gaze locked with hers.
“Fuck me, Doogan,” she breathed out, her juices spilling from her aching pussy to meet the wide crest of his cock. “Hard . . .”
