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She pulled at the snap as he rose on his knees above her, his gaze narrowed as he stared down at her. The zipper loosened easily, and Bailey felt her mouth go dry a second before it began to water in hunger.
Long, thick, the heavily aroused shaft throbbed, the darkened crest flared out and sheened with moisture.
“You make a man lose his mind.” His voice was rough, thick with arousal.
The sound of it sent a clench of desperate sensation straight to her womb. He sounded hungry, desperate for her. The thought that this man, so incredibly bold, so hard and rugged, ached for her sent the blood crashing through her veins and arcs of heated desire striking through the erogenous zones of her body.
“I’ve already lost mine,” she panted as his fingers curled around the mound of one breast.
Her nipple peaked hard, desperately tight and hot. When his thumb raked over it, Bailey felt her heart trying to come out of her chest.
Lifting herself until she was sitting in front of him, she gripped the edges of his jeans and dragged them down his thighs as her lips pressed to those tight abs. Parting them, she licked the tough flesh, nipped at it, and was rewarded by the harsh, male groan that tore from his chest.
That was what she wanted to hear. Those rough sexy male sounds that assured her it was good, that she was giving him pleasure. That he wanted her. That maybe he ached for her as desperately as she ached for him.
She curled her fingers around the silk-and-iron length of his erection, pumped it slow and easy, and watched as more moisture beaded the tip.
The flared head was just beneath her lips, enticing her, drawing her hunger.
“Little tease,” he moaned above her as his fingers threaded through her hair, tugging at the long strands, causing the ends to caress her bare back and send another sensual sensation arcing through her system.
“Tease?” she whispered. “I’m not teasing, Trent. I’m very damned serious.”
Her tongue licked over the moisture beading the tip of his cock, causing a husky grumble to leave his chest.
He liked that. His hips arched closer to her, his muscled thighs clenched violently, and the throb of his flesh beneath her fingers intensified.
He drew her as no other man ever had. He made her wish things, want things she had never wanted before. Need for him drowned out the loneliness and the sound of the storm beyond the windows.
Bailey parted her lips, needing more of him, aching for it as she had never ached for anything else. She covered the hot crest of his cock with her mouth, sucked him inside, and, through the strangled groan he gave, laved the sensitive head with her tongue.
He tasted hot and completely male. Like the storm outside, wild and untamed.
Trent Daylen was like a surfer boy mixed with a killer. A delicate balance of rakish charm and irresistible danger. And for tonight he was all hers.
“God, Bailey, your mouth.” His voice wrapped around her, urged her on.
With the fingers of her free hand she reached between his thighs, let the tips of her nails scour against the tight sac drawn close to the base of his cock.
His hands tightened in her hair. Bailey sucked him deeper, let her tongue lick over the engorged flesh, and felt her own pleasure rising.
Each suck of her mouth, each touch of her fingers brought a reaction for her. His hands tightening in her hair, his rough voice groaning her name, a sigh of pleasure passing his lips.
“Damn, you’re enough to make a man crazed,” he accused her, though he didn’t sound in the least resentful. He sounded sexy and dark, dangerous and playful. “Suck it, sweetheart. Steal my mind.”
What was left of it anyway. He was rakish, playful, an adrenaline junkie with a cause and she loved every facet of his personality.
She loved him.
Bailey almost paused. She almost hesitated in the pleasure she was giving him at the revelation that she could possibly love him.
She loved him. Over the months of working with him she had somehow managed to lose her heart to him.
“Damn, Bailey. Baby.” His hips pumping, he fucked her mouth with the hard, straining length of his cock as his fingers moved to her nipples, plucking at the tight points and sending pleasure rocking straight between her thighs.
She moaned around his cock as she sucked and licked the throbbing head. She tasted him and grew hungry for more as her hands stroked over his thighs now.
“Hell yes.” She could feel his gaze on her, watching her. Lifting her eyes, Bailey was caught by the storm swirling in the depths of his gaze.
