interested after what happened tonight. Some men blamed the woman for a rape or attempted rape, as if she’d somehow led them on. Is that how Conner felt?
But he reached for her chin, tipping it up so her gaze met his. She didn’t seecondemnation in his eyes; she saw raw, untamed desire. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want you, Katya, so damn bad my cock aches. But you have to call the shots and tell meexactly how, when and how hard you want it.”
Oh, God. How. When. How hard. Her entire body tingled with anticipation. She’d never wanted anything as desperately as she wanted him. “I’m not very…experienced. Show me.”
Jesus! Conner couldn’t believe such innocence and allure existed in one woman. Her body and her eyes spoke volumes of her need, her desire. Signals no man would be able to miss. Yet she spoke of inexperience, requesting he show her what to do.
She was every man’s dream. A willing woman, sexy as hell, asking to be taught. Goddamn that was hot.
But he had to make sure she really wanted this. After what she’d been through tonight, the last thing he’d do is take advantage of her.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
Her lips curved into a smile that made his cock jerk against his pants.
“I choose who makes love to me, Conner. And I want you.”
29
Jaci Burton
He didn’t need any more assurances. Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her onto his lap.
God. He’d forgotten she wasn’t wearing panties. Just his T-shirt. Her body was warm, inviting, pliable as she relaxed against him and laid her head on his shoulder.
Her hot cunt settled over his jean-clad shaft and he almost came right then. Her moisture soaked through the denim, hot, musky, the scent of her filling the room and signaling her desire.
She felt so damn good in his arms. He wanted to tear the T-shirt off and lick her entire body, putting his scent, his mark all over her. He wanted to come inside herpussy. Deep and hard.
Don’t rush. Katya needs this slow and easy. He had to rein in his lust. It might kill him,but he’d do it.
Cradling her in his arms like this made him feel protective. And possessive. She
trusted him. Considering what she’d been through tonight, that was one amazing gift.
She wanted him to erase Peter’s touch from her memories. He’d damn well do that.
The only memories he wanted Katya to have were of him. His body on her, in her, taking possession of her.
Fuck. Too intense. Slow down. Think sex, not mating.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
She tilted her head back and looked up at him. Her hair was still damp and drapedover his arm like black silk. Her eyes were liquid, shimmering in the dim light of theroom, dilated with desire. Her lips parted, her tongue swiping over the bottom.
Too late. No way in hell was he going back now.
With a groan he pulled her up and took her mouth, trying desperately to leash hispassion. Damn, it was difficult to hold back, especially when she whimpered and wrapped her arm around his neck, sliding her fingers into his hair and pulling himcloser. Her passion overwhelmed him. Unexpected, tenuous, yet still fervent as shepressed more fully against his chest, her hip massaging his aching cock.
The taste of her was as intoxicating as the flavor of the brandy that clung to her lips
and tongue. He licked her tongue, shuddering at the hot sparks of pleasure that shot between his legs. Rocking his shaft against her hip, he mentally cursed the fact that he still wore clothes. He needed to feel his flesh against hers, needed her wet, steaming hot cunt squeezing his cock.
Concentrating on her pleasure, he skirted his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, loving the buttery soft feel of her skin. Careful not to move too fast, he stroked her hip, kneading her flesh, timing his movements to her reactions. She arched against him, her legs parting
But he reached for her chin, tipping it up so her gaze met his. She didn’t seecondemnation in his eyes; she saw raw, untamed desire. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want you, Katya, so damn bad my cock aches. But you have to call the shots and tell meexactly how, when and how hard you want it.”
Oh, God. How. When. How hard. Her entire body tingled with anticipation. She’d never wanted anything as desperately as she wanted him. “I’m not very…experienced. Show me.”
Jesus! Conner couldn’t believe such innocence and allure existed in one woman. Her body and her eyes spoke volumes of her need, her desire. Signals no man would be able to miss. Yet she spoke of inexperience, requesting he show her what to do.
She was every man’s dream. A willing woman, sexy as hell, asking to be taught. Goddamn that was hot.
But he had to make sure she really wanted this. After what she’d been through tonight, the last thing he’d do is take advantage of her.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
Her lips curved into a smile that made his cock jerk against his pants.
“I choose who makes love to me, Conner. And I want you.”
29
Jaci Burton
He didn’t need any more assurances. Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her onto his lap.
God. He’d forgotten she wasn’t wearing panties. Just his T-shirt. Her body was warm, inviting, pliable as she relaxed against him and laid her head on his shoulder.
Her hot cunt settled over his jean-clad shaft and he almost came right then. Her moisture soaked through the denim, hot, musky, the scent of her filling the room and signaling her desire.
She felt so damn good in his arms. He wanted to tear the T-shirt off and lick her entire body, putting his scent, his mark all over her. He wanted to come inside herpussy. Deep and hard.
Don’t rush. Katya needs this slow and easy. He had to rein in his lust. It might kill him,but he’d do it.
Cradling her in his arms like this made him feel protective. And possessive. She
trusted him. Considering what she’d been through tonight, that was one amazing gift.
She wanted him to erase Peter’s touch from her memories. He’d damn well do that.
The only memories he wanted Katya to have were of him. His body on her, in her, taking possession of her.
Fuck. Too intense. Slow down. Think sex, not mating.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
She tilted her head back and looked up at him. Her hair was still damp and drapedover his arm like black silk. Her eyes were liquid, shimmering in the dim light of theroom, dilated with desire. Her lips parted, her tongue swiping over the bottom.
Too late. No way in hell was he going back now.
With a groan he pulled her up and took her mouth, trying desperately to leash hispassion. Damn, it was difficult to hold back, especially when she whimpered and wrapped her arm around his neck, sliding her fingers into his hair and pulling himcloser. Her passion overwhelmed him. Unexpected, tenuous, yet still fervent as shepressed more fully against his chest, her hip massaging his aching cock.
The taste of her was as intoxicating as the flavor of the brandy that clung to her lips
and tongue. He licked her tongue, shuddering at the hot sparks of pleasure that shot between his legs. Rocking his shaft against her hip, he mentally cursed the fact that he still wore clothes. He needed to feel his flesh against hers, needed her wet, steaming hot cunt squeezing his cock.
Concentrating on her pleasure, he skirted his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, loving the buttery soft feel of her skin. Careful not to move too fast, he stroked her hip, kneading her flesh, timing his movements to her reactions. She arched against him, her legs parting
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