Feisty by MacKenzie McKade Read Free Book Online

strangled cry rose in her throat and she shattered.
    A rush of her nectar released in his mouth and he felt a sting race down his cock. His balls pulled into the shelter of his body. The deep throb rode the edge of pain, but he continued to suck and lap at her pussy, savoring every drop. When she began to shake uncontrollably, he knew he wouldn’t last long. A sense of urgency overwhelmed him as he climbed on her and angled his cock at her opening.
    With one thrust, he entered her. Her fiery heat encompassed him—squeezed him—the feeling so intense he couldn’t stop his release even if he had wanted to. A deep, satisfying groan burst from his diaphragm. His vision went dark and his ears began to ring. He swore even his toes curled in the comforter as hot jets of come filled her. When the last drop was spilled, he collapsed, more sated than he could ever remember.
    Unable to move, much less think, he lay on her, breathing heavily. When she groaned, he rolled off of her. “Sorry.”
    The bed moaned beneath him as he moved around it to untie her, leaving the ropes hanging from the bedposts. Afterward he crawled back in bed and took her into his arms. She cuddled close to him.
    “I better go,” she said, even though she didn’t make any attempt to get up.
    “Stay.” His request nearly knocked the wind from him. He had never asked a woman to stay the night. Most of his encounters were one-night affairs in out-of-state towns while he was on business trips. No ties—no mess, just pleasure and that’s how he like it.
    “Are you sure?” She slung a long, silky leg over his as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. And he kind of liked it.
    Instead of answering, he pulled her on top of him and pressed his lips to hers. She whimpered softly into his mouth. When they parted, she lay across him unmoving and for some damn reason it felt right. He held her, while attempting to figure out why she was different from the rest of the women he had been with. When it got the best of him, he tried to slip out from beneath her, needing some air, but she didn’t stir. He gave her a gentle shake.
    “Sahara?”
    No response.
    He nearly laughed out loud when he realized she had fallen asleep. Long, dark lashes were crescents on high cheekbones. A slight smile traced her soft lips. She looked content, happy. Clearly she wasn’t feeling the same uncertainty as he, which bothered him even more. Hopefully she wasn’t the clingy type of woman who, after making love, felt like there was more between them than sex, because that’s all this was. From out of nowhere, Leo’s words came back to haunt him.
    Believe me, she can take care of herself. She’s driven. A relationship—marriage isn’t in her current plans. When the wedding is over, she’ll be gone and she won’t be back.
    This time he did laugh out loud. He was being foolish. It was only sex and that’s how he wanted it.
     
     
    Sunday morning came way too soon for Sahara. As she tried to move, she found herself trapped in a big bear hug. Devon’s morning erection pressed hard against her back, making her smile. He had given her a taste of what she had hungered for and it was better than what she had expected. He was better than she could ever have dreamed of.
    “Sleep well?” His groggy voice should have sounded sleepy, not sultry. Still her nipples grew taut and her pulse sped.
    “Too well.” She had almost forgotten where she was.
    When she attempted to move, he eased his hold and she managed to turn onto her back. A five o’clock shadow darkened his square jaw, and his sexy upper lip rose in a crooked grin.
    Lord save me .
    The man oozed sex appeal. Even with his hair mussed and his eyelids drooping, she couldn’t remember ever waking up to a better-looking man. Or one who painted visions of wild morning sex, because that was exactly what was on her mind.
    Devon rose enough to slide his elbow beneath him and rest his cheek on a palm. With his free