“Oh, yes, he did.” He didn’t wait for her to complete the journey. He pulled her to him, grinning down at her as she ended up against his chest. “I decided the risk was worth it. He’s not as good as he once was, I’m sure. And I can’t see Rowdy helping him, so I figured my man parts might be reasonably safe.”
“I would have protected your man parts.” Nodding, she stared up at him with all seriousness as laughter tried to tug at her lips. “Trust me. I would have never let him get anywhere near them.”
“Had plans for them, did you?” Hunger gleamed in his eyes, filled his expression.
“Well, I definitely intended to put them to use,” she admitted, her breath becoming hard, uneven at the feel of him releasing the catch of her bra.
“Put them to use now,” he whispered, one hand cupping the back of her head and holding her in place as his lips lowered to hers. “You just go ahead and put them to hard use, baby. I promise not to object in the slightest.”
His lips took hers, moving against them with a slow, heated hunger that had a whispery moan falling from her lips as she lifted to him.
The feel of him smoothing the bra straps over her arms and pulling the material from her body didn’t make much of an impression. But when he pulled her closer, her nipples brushing against the soft rasp of his chest hair, the pleasure went so deep, so fast, her stomach clenched with it.
Parting her lips with his tongue, Graham tasted her kiss, drawing the hunger and need that were lying still but aware inside her fully free. Within seconds he had her burning, her clit swelling, the tender flesh between her thighs growing slick and wet as one hand smoothed to the lace-covered curve of her rear to cup it erotically. His hand slid to her thigh and lifted her leg over him until her thighs straddled his, the sensitive, l
ace-covered folds of her pussy pressing against the engorged length of his cock as it rose below the thin material of the cotton pants he wore.
Pulling back, breaking the incredibly heated kiss, his lips moved to her jaw, to her neck.
“You burn me alive,” he growled a second before his teeth raked against the sensitive skin beneath her jaw. “Like the sexiest fire in the world.”
“I can’t think when you touch me.” She was breathless, pleasure racing through her system and overtaking her again. Holding out against the exquisite sensations was impossible.
She was greedy, Lyrica admitted.
Greedy and so hungry for more of him that the need was almost painful.
Sliding her hands along his shoulders, her nails rasping against the tough flesh, Lyrica tilted her head back, giving him free rein to the tender flesh of her neck. A gasp escaped as he cupped her breasts at the same time, his thumbs and fingers finding the hard points of her nipples and tugging at them firmly.
A burning, erotic fire attacked the tender points, ricocheting through her system to strike at the swollen knot of nerve endings between her thighs.
“Like that, pretty baby?” he groaned against her neck.
“Love that,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips moving helplessly against the hard flesh of his cock grinding between her thighs.
She loved him.
She was lost to him, and Lyrica knew it.
Every part of her was lost to him.
Then his lips moved until they covered one nipple, drawing strongly on the swollen tip as he sucked at her erotically. As he swirled his tongue around the nerve-laden tip of her breast, his gaze held hers, staring up at her as he sucked at her with increasing heat and hunger.
“Graham.” She whispered his name, couldn’t help herself.
Drawing back and releasing her flesh from the tortured pleasure, his hands moved to her hips and the elastic lace of her panties. Before he could remove them, or tear them from her, she let her nails rake down his chest, her own head lowering.
It was her hunger now. Her need to bring him the same riotous pleasure he was giving her. The same sense of erotic chaos building through her senses.
Finding the hard, muscular contours of his chest, she moved lower, easing back along his thighs as his hands speared into the hair at the back of her head. Hardened, flat male nipples drew her attention first. As she lashed at one tight disc with her hungry tongue, his groan sent a surging increase of need racing through her senses.
She loved the pleasure he gave her. Loved it, ached for it. She was becoming addicted to it and determined he would never forget her particular flavor once she was gone.
Moving lower, her senses becoming drugged with searing hunger, her heart began racing with sensual power. Beneath her touch Graham tightened. His hard body lifted to her lips as they moved to the powerful planes of his abdomen.
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He couldn’t take his eyes off her.