Controlled Burn
“Jeremiah’s hands were locking around her arms and drawing her closer. His mouth was busy roaming hers, moving in circles that drew her deeper and deeper into lust for the man.
Her thumbs slipped behind his belt and stroked his hips through his shirt. Her nipples tingled as they hardened against his chest. And there, between her legs, her pussy grew moist.
His hands slid from her arms to behind her back, and he held her closer, one hand pressing on her ass to force her against his erection, the other rising to cradle the back of her head. When he lifted his mouth, he stared down at her, ripening the tension between them.
Because she didn’t know what to say, was half-afraid any words would jolt him back to reality and remind him just who he held, she let her eyelids drift lazily downward, signaling her surrender.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, then pressed a kiss against her cheek.
“Too much effort,” she said, her mouth curving into a ghost of a smile.
“Anyone with binoculars might see us.”
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