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“Darlin’, I have to feel you against me. Now shut up and kiss me.”
“We shouldn’t do this.” For so many reasons, the least of which was that someone could walk in, though the fire raging in her blood made even that possibility a weak threat.
“You spend way too much time thinking,” he said, making the decision for her by kissing her and shutting her up. This time, his tongue wasn’t gentle when he plunged it inside her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. She grabbed for his arms, appreciating the hard, thick muscles under her hands.
Another hard, thick muscle rubbed against her pelvis, and Duncan rocked it against her. She whimpered at the sweet sensation of his thick cock caressing her clit, visualizing what Duncan had done to Annmarie last night on the dance floor. His huge hand had dwarfed Annmarie’s pussy as he petted her clit, leisurely bringing her to climax. Harlee could already imagine the feel of his hand against her sex, coaxing an orgasm from her. He was so big, everywhere, from his hands to his arms to the thick shaft pressing against her. Something about a man so huge appealed to her in a primal way she couldn’t begin to fathom.
She might not understand it, but she felt it, visualized it, imagined his big body covering hers, his huge cock plunging between her pussy lips and filling her completely. Her pussy quivered, cream wetting her panties. Her clit throbbed with the unspoken need to be touched in the same way he’d touched Annmarie.
When she whimpered at her conjured visuals, he growled against her lips and pressed harder, this time stroking her tongue in the same way she wished he’d stroke the knot of sensitized nerve endings between her legs.
Oh, God, she wanted that, needed sweet release instead of the driving tension that she’d lived with the past two days. Fears of death, of discovery, of what could possibly happen to her when they realized the truth, had consumed her every waking moment.
Didn’t she deserve a moment to play, just a little? She wouldn’t have sex with him, that could potentially reveal too much. Or too little as the case may be. But Duncan’s mouth was warm, the movements of his tongue oh so seductive, his hands roaming in a careless, lazy rhythm that lulled her into total relaxation and yet drove her into a near frenzy at the same time.
His lips were impossibly full, soft and perfect as they languidly drifted across hers. She could kiss him for hours and be content. But then one hand swept over her breast and rested there. She felt the heat of it sear her skin through her clothing. Her nipple puckered and a sharp tingling sensation spread throughout her body. A very pleasurable tingle.
Maybe just kissing wouldn’t be nearly enough.
Duncan kept his eyes closed and listened to the sound of Harlee’s breathing. Rapid, like her ever increasing heartbeats. The scent of her filled the room. Sweet, musky arousal, her perfume dove into his senses like a heady, irresistible drug. He wanted to be inside her. Now. His own breathing grew harsh and labored as he moved his hands over her buttery soft skin. Her nipple grew harder against his palm, the soft globe so fragile under his hand as he petted the distended bud.
She moaned. He liked the sound of that, so he did it again. She arched into his hand and he opened his eyes to savor the vision of her. Her face was flushed, her eyes shut tight, her lips parted as she drew in a ragged breath.
“Brèagha,” he whispered, and she opened her eyes, taking his breath away. She really was incredibly beautiful. Such innocence and curiosity in her eyes, something Duncan wasn’t accustomed to with women. He didn’t know how to handle her, afraid she’d crumble under his touch.
Desire glittered in her eyes, sparkling like a perfect emerald. A woman like Harlee needed to be cherished, protected and loved like a princess.
He wasn’t that man and he knew it, but he also knew if he didn’t taste her, if he didn’t bury his cock deep inside her and join with her at least once, he’d regret it forever.
Holding tight to calm reserve, he resisted the urgent need to thrust inside her and pound away like the animal he was. He rolled her off him and onto her back then took her mouth again. He could kiss her forever, her lips sweet and compliant, their taste like tender fruit. Her nipples beaded against the thin halter and he covered one full mound with his hand while thrusting his tongue deeply in her mouth. She met him with equal fervor, tangling her fingers in his hair to hold his mouth against hers, her hips moving against his in silent invitation.
An invitation he wasn’t about to pass up. Though he controlled the beast within him, it threatened to burst free, intent on ravaging the red-haired beauty under him. That he could not allow, sensing she wasn’t ready to see the “real” Duncan. For now he’d have to be content to love her in human form.
But damn it was difficult.
Harlee fought the sensations coiling inside her, but it would have taken a saint to deny how good this felt. She wanted this. No, she needed it. Aching tension tightened every muscle, and something weirdly biological was going on inside her. The urge to fuck was strong—much stronger than anything she’d ever felt. She had to have Duncan soon or she was afraid she’d have a total meltdown.
First thing she needed to do was get these clothes off. His naked chest brushed her erect nipples, but the halter was in the way. “Please,” she whispered, pushing at Duncan’s chest to move him off her. He rolled onto his back and she scrambled to her knees, reaching for the ties at her neck. Duncan kept his gaze trained on her, watching every movement of her hands with a hunger that fed her sense of urgency as she freed the ties of the halter, then let it drop to her waist.
His eyes darkened, his chest rising as he breathed in a deep gulp of air. But he didn’t reach for her. Instead, he slid his hands behind his head and watched her, letting her take charge.
Strange, she’d never stripped for a man before. As she reached for the waistband of her skirt and pushed it over her hips, she realized how wanton, how sexy she felt. She was in control and this huge, powerful man was letting her lead. Arousal pounded between her legs, cream trickling down her thighs. Her thoughts ran rampant as she watched Duncan snake his tongue across his bottom lip, imagining how it would feel if she straddled him and let him lick her throbbing pussy.
The ache intensified. Shuddering with need and anticipation, she wriggled out of her skirt, slipped off her panties and climbed on top of Duncan, both shocked and aroused at her boldness. He seemed equally surprised, his eyes widening before narrowing into a half-lidded, sensual look that tore her up inside.
It wasn’t like her to be this aggressive with sex but she couldn’t help herself. Something deep inside her drove her to distraction, compelled her to take instead of hold back. She wasn’t even supposed to contemplate having sex with Duncan. This wasn’t good.
Oh, but his cock felt so fine. She moved against him, sliding her wet pussy against his shaft, dragging her clit against his hardened flesh. She felt the contractions deep inside, felt the moisture increase and whimpered because he wasn’t in her yet.
“What are you waiting for, lass?” Duncan asked, his voice a strained whisper. “Take it.”
Harlee burned at his words. Unable to hold back despite the warning voice in her head telling her she shouldn’t do this, she lifted, reaching for his cock and positioning it at the entrance to her pussy. His cock head was like fire as it made contact with her slit.
A momentary hesitation made her pause. She searched Duncan’s face and found only acceptance and patience within them. If she stopped right now, he wouldn’t press her further. But the thought of not seeing this through, of not feeling him inside her, made her ache with a sense of loss. There was a power waiting for her she wanted to experience, something new she had to explore and she couldn’t resist.
Consequences be damned. She wanted this. Leaning over to capture his mouth with hers, she slid down his shaft. He groaned into her mouth and grasped her buttocks in his hands, spreading them apart and helping her settle on top of him.
Magic. Devilish magic. His cock pulsed as her pussy gripped tight around it. When he pushed deep, she cried out against his mouth and he thrust his tongue against hers.
