His Old Lady - Debra Kayn Page 0,74

Looking into his stormy dark eyes, she focused on him.

The grass tickled her legs. Highly aware of being outside, goosebumps covered her arms despite the warm evening.

His gaze turned deadly.

She'd seen the look in Curley's eyes before and had mistaken it for anger. Her stomach fluttered. Oh, how wrong she'd been.

He attacked everything with an intensity that consumed his body. And she obviously pleased him.

His shoulders widened and were rock hard. His gaze burned up and down the length of her. His arms bulged. His right hand flexed and curled.

"You're a little overdressed." She rubbed her hands over her hips and lifted a shoulder. "I can't exactly screw you in front of the world with clothes on, can I?"

His gaze narrowed as he unlatched his belt. Her whole body vibrated, never dreaming she'd reach a level of confidence where she could tell Curley what she wanted. His approval radiated off him, and that acceptance meant the world to her.

He made her brave.

He made her daring.

He made her want him. Outside. Inside. Wherever he would love her.

Without breaking her gaze, he said, "I didn't think this through."

She looked at the waist of his jeans hanging off his thighs. His boots trapped his pants on his legs. His vest covered his T-shirt. And, he looked sexier than anything she'd ever seen with him holding his pistol in his hand, not knowing where to put it.

Stepping toward him, she floated underneath the penetrating expression aimed at her. He made her feel beautiful and the answer to all his problem.

The closer she got to him, his cock pulsed, pointing at her. She reached out before she stopped. Wrapping her fingers around his width, she stroked, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.

There was nothing she could do, and everything she could do to him.

She kneeled in front of him in the grass and eyed his pistol in his hand. "Don't shoot me."

"Faye—"

She sucked, creating a vacuum on his cock before he could move or argue with her. Like warm steel against her tongue, his cock pulsed bigger, harder, more determined in her mouth. Taking more of his length, she slowly withdrew only to plunge back down on him.

His thigh muscles bulged underneath her palms. She opened her eyes and tilted her chin, needing to see him.

He gazed down at her. His eyelids were heavy, but his eyes dark and aware. She worked him with her mouth, bracing against his legs.

Curley lifted his arm, the pistol still in his hand, and wiped his forearm over the top of his head. She suspected he was unaware of the weapon he held and highly aware of her lips around his cock.

Danger surrounded him. He was a biker. His hard lifestyle only interrupted when he sought out pleasure.

Pleasure, she would give him from now on.

With his free hand, he cupped the base of his cock. The part that wouldn't fit into her mouth. He used his thumb and finger to trace her lips every time she took more of him. The slight caress held a tremor.

She squeezed her thighs together.

The breeze tickled her skin as if the softest of fingers caressed her. Her nipples pebbled. She moaned as she sucked.

In the distance, she heard her name, but her arousal had grabbed hold of her. She dug her fingers into his thighs, pushing the amount of his cock she could take until her throat spasmed in warning.

Shuffling her knees closer, she hooked his legs with her hands. An urge to rub her body against him competed with her desire to make him come. Her body was antsy for attention.

Curley pulled away from her. Lost without him in her mouth, she gaped, trying to steady her racing heart.

He dropped to his knees. His legs still bound together by his jeans, he placed the gun beside them and physically contorted her body until she stared up into the cloudless sky on her back in front of him.

Widening her legs, she stretched her arms above her head. Her lower stomach coiled when his head lowered, blocking the setting sun from her view. Able to see him again without the glare, she reached up and brought his head down, capturing his mouth.

Curley settled between her legs. She lifted her pelvis, searching for the hardness that pressed against her inner thigh.

He held her head, forcing her to look at him as he plunged into her wetness. She moaned, but the sound never met the air. Taking his tongue as if she still sucked his