Page 29 of Spurred On

“I told you. She’s stalking me.”

Seriously?Sidney had to laugh. “You are full of yourself, aren’t you?”

He reared back, a wounded expression on his face. “You don’t believe me?”

“Oh sure. I believe you.”

He leaned back farther. “You don’t sound like you believe me.”

“I totally believe you.” She gestured to her breast, which he had enclosed in his hand. His warmth enrobed her and the roughness of his palm scraped at the tender flesh. “Get back to work.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“I do. I swear.” She arched up into him, rubbing against the hardness she found at the crux of his thighs. “We can go look if you want.”

“Now that would ruin the mood.” Besides which, enough of this. With a great heave, she rolled him over and settled herself on top of him.

Oh yes. Much better.

She wiggled around to find a more comfortable spot—there wasn’t one, everything was hard—and he crossed his eyes. “Sid, you’re killing me.”

“Good. You deserve it.”

“What have I ever done to make you want to punish me?”

What hadn’t he done? “All you have to do is draw a breath and I am irritated beyond belief.” As she spoke she undulated on him, like a cowgirl, pretending to ride a big, hard, beautiful pony.

“I don’t understand that,” he said in a wheeze. He grabbed her torso with his hands and tried to direct her movements but she ignored his gentle tutoring and moved the way she damned well pleased. “Maybe we should look at that,” he said through a groan.

“Look at what?” she asked, pulling off her blouse and tossing it into the shadows.

His gaze fixated on her breasts. His mouth went slack. “Huh?” he mumbled.

“We should look at what?”

“What?”

Excellent.She’d scrambled his brain.

She cupped her breasts and switched her angle, rubbing against him in a decidedly suggestive movement. “Mmm, Cody. You’re so hard.”

He tried to lunge up and take the lead, but she wouldn’t allow it. She pushed him back down and hovered over him, staring at his too-handsome face. Anger and hurt and lust battled inside her but when it coalesced, lust won.

“I’m going to fuck you, Cody.”

He opened his mouth to say something, to protest, perhaps, but she didn’t give him a chance. She silenced him with a kiss.

But it wasn’t just a kiss, not a tangling of lips and tongue. It was a ravishment. She took from him, ate of him, and reveled in it. In him.

Her passion incited his and as she pressed her will upon him, they both madly, crazily, stripped off their clothing. His, hers, theirs. It didn’t matter. If it was on them, it had to come off.

All but her shoes. She remembered he’d asked her to wear her shoes that one time they’d done this before.

When she pulled off his jeans—and yeah, she was captivated by the sight of his cock, hard and heavy in the cotton keep of his briefs—he made a noise. The sound a creature long lost to lust might make when an unheralded notion suddenly surprised him. “The pocket,” he whispered.

She didn’t bother to ask, but quickly fished through his jeans and found—

Oh shit.