At His Mercy
“"I was on my way to New Orleans. I didn't plan the flat. Now move. Up a bit. There." She ended her breathless instructions with a groan, then added a gruff, "Push harder." Keeping her pinned, he used his knees to widen the spread of her legs, nuzzled his face to her neck, ground against her until the friction steamed. Goddamn she was hot, her body, her response. Made him want to crawl inside her. Work her over until she couldn't move.
"Are you running from? Or running to?" He buried his face in her hair that smelled of summer fruit.
Berries, he thought, sliding a hand up her side to her breast where her nipple pouted.
"Who says I'm running?" she asked, then gasped as he pinched and twisted.
He moved down her body, sucked her nipple into his mouth, stayed there until he crossed the line from pleasure to pain and she begged him to stop.
"I changed your tire, Lise." He bathed her bruised flesh with his tongue. "I helped pack your things back into your SUV." Her skin was so soft, her nipp...le tight, sweet.MoreLess
"Are you running from? Or running to?" He buried his face in her hair that smelled of summer fruit.
Berries, he thought, sliding a hand up her side to her breast where her nipple pouted.
"Who says I'm running?" she asked, then gasped as he pinched and twisted.
He moved down her body, sucked her nipple into his mouth, stayed there until he crossed the line from pleasure to pain and she begged him to stop.
"I changed your tire, Lise." He bathed her bruised flesh with his tongue. "I helped pack your things back into your SUV." Her skin was so soft, her nipp...le tight, sweet.MoreLess
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