Hide and Seek - Lara Adrian Page 0,28

his breathing gusted out of him, ragged and rapid, each time she slid along on his shaft. The head of his erection knocked against the back of her throat and a shudder wracked him.

He groaned, let out a harsh curse. “That sweet mouth of yours... you’re killing me here. So wicked... so fucking hot.”

She purred at his praise, every bit as frenzied as he was. His hands roamed wildly in her hair, messing it all up, winding the tresses around his fists while his body bucked and shook with each stroke and lick and nip she lavished on him.

Another groan ripped out of his throat. “Ah fuck... baby, you gotta stop now. You gotta—”

“Not a chance,” she murmured, glancing up at his pleasure-contorted face.

To demonstrate her intent, she took him deep and slow, all the way to the base. He dropped his head back, sucking in a hissed breath as she tightened her lips around him and pivoted her mouth on his cock.

Her name was a thick whisper on his exhaled breath as she worked him to the point of no return. She felt his body ratchet further, every strong muscle and tendon going tight as bowstrings. He held her head to him, fists tangled in her hair. His hips jutted forward in a hard thrust, and she smiled when she felt his leash begin to slip.

“Lisa,” he uttered again, though whether in warning or plea, she didn’t know.

With another fierce pump, his release spilled into her mouth, scorching and erotic. She lapped at him greedily, taking everything he had to give, savoring the moment.

Right now, nothing else could touch them.

Right now, they belonged only to each other, and to this moment.

The blazing look in his eyes left no room for doubt.

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“Come up here.” Duarte could hardly croak out the words.

He drew her up from her knees and slanted his mouth over hers in an unhurried tangling of lips and tongues and panting, mingled breaths. His entire body was electrified, a tinderbox of raw, combustible need, even after the incredible orgasm that Lisa had wrenched from him.

Sucked from him without mercy or hesitation, like a cat with the cream.

Holy fuck, had she ever.

The thought alone rendered him rock-hard, instantly ready for another round. She tasted sweeter than ever, and the fact that his own juices lingered on her kiss only made him crave her more.

He needed to be inside her. He wanted to be the one delivering the sweet torture now, turning her inside out with pleasure until she couldn’t bear another second of it. He wanted to feel her body detonate on his cock in an orgasm she’d never forget.

Except he’d been the dumbass to walk into this without a condom.

He snarled a curse at himself for letting things slip out of control here. Ought to be getting used to that by now. Lisa Becker was the one woman who’d ever been able to make him crack.

Broke him wide open, and not just because she was the hottest thing he’d ever laid eyes or hands on.

He turned her around so she was facing the dark, moonlit water beyond the veranda. As she stood at the railing, bent slightly forward to brace herself, he moved in behind her. Swept her hair aside so he could nuzzle his mouth in the curve of her neck and shoulder. “Now I’m going to taste you, sugar. Every sweet inch of you.”

She tipped her head back on a sigh as he kissed her. Shivered as he ran his hands down her back, then onto the sweet flare of her denim-clad hips. She moaned as he took hold of her and pulled her ass against his erection. He thrust into her rounded curves, desire stabbing him like spurs as she met his tempo, grinding along with him.

“You’re overdressed,” he murmured. He should be grateful for her clothes, probably the only thing keeping him from slamming his cock home inside her heat where it wanted to be. Even so, his hands were already moving to remedy the situation.

Reaching around to the front of her, he unbuttoned her jeans and tugged down the zipper. He pushed the faded denim off her hips. Her panties went with them, down her long, gorgeous legs to her slender ankles. Duarte skimmed his palms over her soft skin. Her naked backside was a thing of indescribable beauty, firm and round and enticing. He caressed her, squeezed her possessively in his greedy hands.

On a ragged breath, he slid his hands