Entice - By Ella Frank Page 0,57
was breathing a little harder now that he was close and all up in her space. She forgot about her father and dismissed all the pain her mother had suffered.
“Then, use me, and we’ll be even,” she offered on a breathy sigh.
***
Josh took a step back and looked at her leaning against the wall, breathing hard.
Her bare legs were slightly parted, and her palms were flat against the wooden wall. All the lights in the barn were off, and she was illuminated by only the moonlight. She looked magnificent, and right now, she was offering herself up on a platter.
“I don’t want to use you,” he told her. “That’s the problem and the difference.”
She closed her eyes and suggested, “Why don’t we use each other?”
He wasn’t feeling kind though, and she needed to know that.
“I’m not very happy with you right now, Georgia, so if you prefer to wait—”
“No,” she replied quickly. “No. I don’t want to wait.”
Josh looked her over one more time, and then looked back to the house. “Will they come out here?”
She shook her head once.
“Are you sure?”
“Not one-hundred percent, but doesn’t that make it better?” she asked him, letting her eyes wander down to his jeans. Then, she pointed out, “The idea seems to be flipping your switch.”
He gave her a smug look, and then said in a deep throaty whisper, “If we do this, it’s by my rules. You humiliated me in there tonight. This is my reward.” He watched her breasts rise and fall under the new blouse she had put on before dinner. “Got it?” he asked, needing verbal confirmation.
“Yes. I understand.”
He let his eyes wander. “Good. Now, unsnap your shorts.”
***
Shelly was damn glad she had the barn wall behind her because she knew she would have otherwise crumpled to the ground. The man standing in front of her was so intense that she could feel the waves of sexual energy rolling off him.
Holy shit. She was about to get it, and she couldn’t wait!
As quickly as she could, she started unsnapping her jean shorts. When they were undone, she went to push them down, but he halted her.
“No. Leave them like that. Now, unbutton your shirt.”
Shelly wasn’t shy at all, and as she untied the shirt, she almost laughed, thinking of the one he had ripped apart earlier. As she started on the buttons, she let her eyes roam all over the hot, tense man in front of her.
He had his jean-clad legs spread wide, showing off an impressive hard-on, and his arms crossed over his chest, making all his muscles bulge. Shelly wanted to see them.
She got to the top button of her shirt and raised her eyes to his. What she saw was scorching hot heat, and it flickered over her, making her insides melt and her thighs clench as moisture pooled between her legs.
“Spread the shirt apart. I want to see your breasts this time.”
Licking her top lip, Shelly spread the shirt and left it hanging down her sides. Then, she slowly peeled her lace bra cups down, baring her breasts to him.
She heard him suck in a harsh breath, and then she watched with anticipation as he reached down and peeled off his own shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor.
Mother of all that is holy! That tattoo, please bring it closer so I can lick it.
Shelly felt her knees shake, and her panties went from damp to soaked in ten seconds. The guy was her every burning hot sexual fantasy wrapped into one big muscular package, and right now, all she wanted was for him to pound her into the barn wall. Please?
***
Josh moved forward, watching her lust-filled eyes trail across his chest and zero in on the tattoo. He could tell she liked his eighteen-year-old mistake because a shiver ran through her, and her mouth fell open a little.
He looked at the beautiful breasts she had put on display for him, and his mouth just about watered. She stood, her back pressed to the barn wall, with her shorts unsnapped and her shirt wide open. She looked so fucking sexy that his heart almost ached as much as his cock—almost.
He took the final step toward her, closing the distance between them.
In a soft growl, he told her, “Don’t move.”
Then, he dropped to his knees in front of her.
***
Shelly looked down to see Josh kneeling on the floor in front of her open shorts, and she sent up every prayer she knew, hoping he