AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It took Karyn a minute to formulate an answer. Acting sexy didn’t come easily to her. Or it hadn’t in the past. Right now she felt more natural than she ever had before.
“Maybe I could be persuaded.” Oh, could she ever. She gave him her best saucy smile, though she had no clue if the attempt worked or fell flat. “With enough incentive.”
Jeff gave her a grin that lit up his truly magnificent eyes. He angled his head, lowering his mouth while she rose up on her toes to meet him.
“And we’re off,” she murmured.
She expected an easy kiss. Good, perhaps, but not intense. He seemed like a low-key, moderately passionate person. As she’d been, without the right stimulation.
Without this.
What she got was a glancing blow of lips that soon turned to a furious meshing of mouths and teeth. It wasn’t elegant. It was messy and rough and God help her, bordered on dirty.
“Open up for me,” he grated.
She parted her lips, her head tipping back as he drove inside. His tongue was hot and insistent, almost as much as the body he pressed to hers. The length between his thighs dug into her stomach, solidifying the reality of the situation.
He was as hard as a steel beam. For her.
If they hadn’t been kissing already, she would’ve thrown herself in his arms. Here was what she’d been missing so desperately—a reminder she wasn’t just a discarded wife, a teacher, a woman with an empty home to tend. Even if she’d forgotten, he’d seen the truth inside her just begging to be set free.
“Mmm, latte. Peppermint, espresso.” He pressed his lips together as if sealing her flavor between them. “On you, bitter tastes good.”
She would’ve blushed normally. But his avid perusal made her bold and she found herself straining toward him for more.
He reached behind her to untie her smock, drawing the fabric away from her body before she fully noticed what he was doing. When the material crumpled at her feet and he roamed his hands up her rib cage to cup her breasts, she had no trouble following his moves. Her nipples hardened more, drawn toward his fingers as if by magnets. She gasped when he tugged them both simultaneously, arousing a flush of heat that encompassed her from head to toe.
“Perfect size.” Then he showed her just what they were perfect for.
He closed his lips around one taut tip, his teeth providing a welcome hint of pain. He repeated the action on her other breast. Never before had her flesh been so thoroughly examined, so completely consumed. Adrift, she rocked against his muscular thigh, seeking something to quell the growing ache.
“Feels good?”
“Incredible.” She knew she was panting and didn’t care. “So hot.”
“You definitely fucking are,” he said with his mouth full of her breast.
His words scorched her skin, adding to her inner inferno. She dampened further, the fabric between her legs soaking through embarrassingly fast. As if on cue, he reached between their bodies and rubbed a finger against her, groaning as he discovered what she already knew.
Her leggings were toast.
“Not a screamer, huh? Gonna prove you wrong.”
She startled as he jerked his mouth back to hers. He didn’t bother with niceties, just thrust his tongue deep while he yanked down her pants.
Even prepared—well, she thought she was prepared—she moaned at his first seeking touch. It was winter. She shouldn’t be burning up like this. But already she craved what he intended to do next. Whatever that happened to be.
Jeff kneeled before her and skated his lips down her torso to her navel. He swirled his tongue in and out, bathing her in streaks of wet sensation. But he didn’t head straight for the goal. Instead he eased back and blew lightly, stirring her thatch of wet curls. She shivered, bracing her hands on his shoulders. He drew her pussy lips apart, spreading them while he traced the tip of his tongue around her swollen clit.
Another glancing blow. The man excelled at them. Any more and she’d be coming more quickly than…ever.
“Wish you could see this,” he muttered.
She looked down in alarm. “What?”
“All this.” He blotted up the moisture along her slit, lifting his glistening fingers for her inspection. She stared, unsure what she should do. Her being wet was a good thing, right? But he seemed to be waiting. For what, she had no clue.
He swore under his breath and clasped her painfully distended nipple, working the sensitive flesh until it gleamed like a wet black cherry. The sight aroused her, especially when he rose up and sucked it between his teeth before resuming his original task.
