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“Nobody would.” His arms come around me, his hands finding my ass.
“Plus, everybody who’s been stranded here is probably headed for the highway right this minute,” I say.
“Right. So much traffic,” he says robotically.
“Of course.” I hop up, clenching my thighs around his hips. His erection nuzzles at my core and I grind down.
He groans from deep in his chest and admits, “Also, I just want to fuck the shit out of you one more time.”
23
DAVIS
Irip my T-shirt over my head then gently push Alana down onto the bed. She reaches for me, spreading her legs and grabbing my shoulders and clawing at my flesh.
Over my back, starlight pours through the windows, shimmering down on Alana’s skin. I may be the world’s biggest fool but there’s no convincing me this woman isn’t something otherworldly that fell from heaven straight into my arms.
My hands push up the hem of her T-shirt so I can kiss her belly button, her ribs, the underside of her breasts. Then I push her bra out of the way and my tongue swirls around one nipple before finding the other.
“Oh, god, Davis,” she huffs. “You’re making me feel so good. I love it when you touch me. I love it when you kiss me.”
But I’d give anything to hear this woman say she loves…me. The way I love her. The way I can’t stop loving her. Heaven knows I’ve tried.
What the hell is wrong with me? Is there a diagnosis for my brand of crazy? Is there a treatment plan I can follow? Some pill I can swallow three times a day to cure me from the plague of loving her? I need some outside intervention. Because whatever this is, I can’t help myself.
I wrestle the fabric of her shirt over her head and she lifts her arms so I can take it off. Without a blaze going in the fireplace, the room is shadowy and there’s a bite of cold in the air. But my lust roars hot enough to keep us both warm.
I reverently cup my palms over her round, firm breasts. I massage them softly, letting the smooth skin glide under my hands.
“Kiss me, Davis,” she begs.
With a nudge of my knuckles, I lift her chin and her lips greedily meet mine in another one of her trademark intoxicating kisses. A thrill runs through me. I shiver and groan at the sensation.
The power this woman has over me would be infuriating if it didn’t feel so damn good.
Our tongues lick together as she trails her hands over my chest and I flick open the button of her jeans. After pushing her pants halfway down her legs, my fingers slide beneath the thin cotton of her panties to find the throbbing, heated space that’s already soaking wet for me.
I enter her with two fingers and her walls clamp down in a tight hug. I watch the way her delicate facial features morph with pleasure. “How does that feel, Princess?" I find her eyes in the dark. “Talk to me. Tell me I'm making you feel good."
"Oh Davis, yes. You’re making me feel so good,” she croons with pleasure. “Yes, baby.”
I was acting like a jerk at that bonfire. Barging in when she was talking to those assholes. The insecure 16-year-old inside me was acting out. But who can blame me? This girl is my teenaged wet dream all grown up and I want her more than ever.
I want her pussy. I want her mouth. I want her validation.
Thrusting my hand faster, I curl my fingers to hit the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes her back arch off the bed every time. Groaning, she loops her arms around my neck and leans up to steal a deep, dirty kiss. I work her mercilessly with my hand.
When she starts frantically murmuring my name into my mouth, I break the kiss to finish yanking her jeans and panties to the floor. I drop to my knees and grab her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the mattress.
“Shit…” she hisses when I drag my tongue up her center, one long lick rolling through her folds, from her tunnel to her clit.
I eat her like a starving man and her body goads me on, bucking relentlessly on the mattress.
From where I’m kneeling, I watch her intently, a drunken, delirious feeling making my head spin. “Does it feel good, Allie? Do you like it?”
“Yes. So much. I like it so much.” She rocks her hips on my mouth.
“Then come for me,” I encourage her. “Show me how good I make you feel. Come on my tongue.”
