Summer Love_ A Steamy Small Town Romance Anthology - Piper Rayne Page 0,223

his head.

She was about to have sex with Bobby Brandon, and oh, Lord, what was underneath his clothing seemed as if it was going to be just as delectable as what could be found on the outside.

“Come here.” She held her arms out, wiggling her fingers in desperation to touch him. For him to touch her. But he apparently had other ideas. Because instead of moving to her side, he suddenly slowed.

He unzipped his jeans. He kicked off his boots.

She panted in anticipation.

And then . . . he did nothing.

“What?” she begged. Her breathiness gave away her level of need, and she rose to her knees. Her chest heaved.

“You’re still wearing all your clothes.”

“Oh.” She looked down, and a sly grin rose to her lips. The tip of her tongue touched her lip. “And you’d like me to take them off, I presume?”

She undid the top button of her shirt, her smile as naughty as his, but stopped when Bobby held up a hand. He shook his head. “I changed my mind.”

Pure evil smiled out at her. A clump of hair had fallen forward, swooping down over one of Bobby’s eyes, and he suddenly looked like a pirate, come to ravish her. A shiver racked over her body.

“Tell me what you want,” she offered. She would do anything he asked.

“Over the couch.” He didn’t ask, he told. And her breath caught at the command. She could do over the couch. She could freaking love over the couch.

He nodded toward the only piece of furniture in the living room, his movements slow and his eyes never leaving hers, then he slipped one hand down the front of his jeans.

He stroked himself, and she went instantly wet.

She watched, frozen in place, as he gripped his cock. He slowly stroked, his fist moving up and down, and she licked her lips. She nearly begged to put him in her mouth right then and there, but he seemed intent on other plans. And since she expected she’d get the opportunity to have her way with him later, she obeyed.

“The couch,” she repeated and rose from the bed. Only, as she set one foot on the floor, she intentionally dragged her fingers over the seam of her jeans.

Bobby moaned.

“Clothes on or off?”

His eyes glittered. “Jeans undone. I’ll take care of the rest.”

She bit her lip. Yes, sir!

Her breathing didn’t improve as she hurried to the couch, but as she moved, she also never took her eyes off him. He continued to stroke himself, and she could see that the tip of him now glistened.

“Bobby,” she pleaded when she bent over the back of the furniture, pointed her tush in the air, and he didn’t immediately follow.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Just stay right where you are. I’m enjoying the view.”

She chuckled. But then she squirmed, wiggling her butt as she unbuckled and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them slightly down over the tops of her hips, and when she peeked back over her shoulder again, she could see that playtime for Bobby was nearing an end.

His eyes had darkened, and his chest now heaved, same as hers.

“Take me, Bobby,” she begged. “I want you inside me. I’ve wanted you for years.”

She didn’t have to wait any longer. Bobby was behind her in an instant, his cock now out of his jeans and pressing between her still-clothed butt cheeks. His arms circled her, his fingers ripping at her shirt, until at least two of the buttons flew free. He was a wild man as he reached inside and palmed one breast. He dragged it from the lace of her bra and pinched her nipple hard.

Her knees went weak.

“Shit,” she whispered. Her head dropped to his chest. “Hurry, Bobby. Please. Or I’m going to freaking come before you ever touch me.”

He chuckled low and deep, the sound vibrating through her body. Then, with arms still surrounding her, he kept one hand at her breasts but slipped the other to the front of her jeans.

He slid inside her panties.

“Bobby!” she cried out at the first touch of his fingers to her clit. Her breasts ached. Her nipples hardened into painful peaks.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

He continued to fondle her, his fingers aware of exactly where to touch and how long to linger, and she squirmed against his dick. She needed this man inside of her.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered as his other hand squeezed at her breasts.

His thumb flicked over a nipple, causing her to jerk, before he pinched down