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Authors: Becca Fanning
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They were only in a concrete underground hallway. Anyone could come at any time. The thought just made her press herself harder against him.
One huge, rough, calloused hand moved down from her throat, found her breast and squeezed, cupping it, squeezing, his thumb playing hard over her nipple. Gemma groaned and spread her legs, widening her stance. Colby moved into the space she'd made, sliding one thigh between her legs.
That wasn't close enough. She moved one leg upward, suggestively, and he took her up on it. "Is that what you want?" His voice was a low growl, a chuckle.
He scooped her up, his hands under her ass. Gemma, pressed against the wall, wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her core against him.
Colby slid one hand down between them before she could properly grind against him. She pouted at him.
He laughed. "Just want to feel you, darlin'. Oh, girl, you're wet, clear through. I can feel your heat through your pants." He leaned forward and bit her ear, licked it with a hot wet tongue and whispered, "I can smell you. You smell like want."
She bit at his chin as he pulled back. "I can smell you, too. You smell like an animal ."
His eyes were dangerous. "You ought to know what you're getting into." But as he spoke he pulled his hand away.
She ground her wet, hungry core against the front of his jeans. The package she'd seen outlined earlier was huge, hard as a rock under the denim.
"I know what I'm getting into."
"Do you?" he purred. Teasing. Licking. Biting. "I'm not like other men. Think you can handle it?"
"Oh, hell, yeah," she said, and pressed harder against him. Her legs were starting to tremble, the cut starting to throb.
He eased her back onto her feet. Knelt at eye level with her core. Second time today he'd done that. This time she felt wild, carnal, anything but embarrassed. She thrust her hips forward. "Do you know what you're getting in to? " she teased.
"I'm about to find out." He grasped her totally ruined linen pants in both hands and tore them from the waist, shredding them off her body. Gemma barely had time to react when he had plunged his face into the sopping wet black lace of her panties.
"God, you smell so good."
She arched her back, self aware for an instant, then grabbed handfuls of his curls as he yanked aside the lace and plunged his tongue far into her. His fingers followed, spreading her wide, exposing her clit, her pussy, his tongue following the line of her opening, dipping deep inside and lapping forward like an animal, pausing to suck like a man on her clit, making her buck and moan. She clutched his hair, ground herself in his face.
"More," she moaned. "Take me. Take all of me." Her eyes were closed and the scents of hay and horses and cowboys filled her senses.
The scent of bear.
His thumbs came down over her clit. She bit back a scream, pulled on his hair. "I want to touch you. I want to taste you."
"Patience," he muttered into her.
She didn't have any. She pulled away from him, trying to get to his jeans, his fly, her fingers grazing his cock through the denim but he was too strong. He spun her around, making her laugh, said, "Not yet, my lovely," and pressed his still clad cock into the crack of her ass, pressing aside the last of the black lace, making her pant and moan. Her breasts pressed hard into the wall and she rubbed them there, seeking every sensation, every feeling. Her own hand traveled down the front of her body, her fingers sinking into her own pussy.
"Yeah, show me where you want me," he growled into her ears and she wanted to laugh, wanted to run her hands over her entire body to show him what she wanted.
She heard the zipper on his jeans, and turned back. "Not fair. Not yet. Not without me seeing."
He grinned, gold eyes blazing. "You are
They were only in a concrete underground hallway. Anyone could come at any time. The thought just made her press herself harder against him.
One huge, rough, calloused hand moved down from her throat, found her breast and squeezed, cupping it, squeezing, his thumb playing hard over her nipple. Gemma groaned and spread her legs, widening her stance. Colby moved into the space she'd made, sliding one thigh between her legs.
That wasn't close enough. She moved one leg upward, suggestively, and he took her up on it. "Is that what you want?" His voice was a low growl, a chuckle.
He scooped her up, his hands under her ass. Gemma, pressed against the wall, wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her core against him.
Colby slid one hand down between them before she could properly grind against him. She pouted at him.
He laughed. "Just want to feel you, darlin'. Oh, girl, you're wet, clear through. I can feel your heat through your pants." He leaned forward and bit her ear, licked it with a hot wet tongue and whispered, "I can smell you. You smell like want."
She bit at his chin as he pulled back. "I can smell you, too. You smell like an animal ."
His eyes were dangerous. "You ought to know what you're getting into." But as he spoke he pulled his hand away.
She ground her wet, hungry core against the front of his jeans. The package she'd seen outlined earlier was huge, hard as a rock under the denim.
"I know what I'm getting into."
"Do you?" he purred. Teasing. Licking. Biting. "I'm not like other men. Think you can handle it?"
"Oh, hell, yeah," she said, and pressed harder against him. Her legs were starting to tremble, the cut starting to throb.
He eased her back onto her feet. Knelt at eye level with her core. Second time today he'd done that. This time she felt wild, carnal, anything but embarrassed. She thrust her hips forward. "Do you know what you're getting in to? " she teased.
"I'm about to find out." He grasped her totally ruined linen pants in both hands and tore them from the waist, shredding them off her body. Gemma barely had time to react when he had plunged his face into the sopping wet black lace of her panties.
"God, you smell so good."
She arched her back, self aware for an instant, then grabbed handfuls of his curls as he yanked aside the lace and plunged his tongue far into her. His fingers followed, spreading her wide, exposing her clit, her pussy, his tongue following the line of her opening, dipping deep inside and lapping forward like an animal, pausing to suck like a man on her clit, making her buck and moan. She clutched his hair, ground herself in his face.
"More," she moaned. "Take me. Take all of me." Her eyes were closed and the scents of hay and horses and cowboys filled her senses.
The scent of bear.
His thumbs came down over her clit. She bit back a scream, pulled on his hair. "I want to touch you. I want to taste you."
"Patience," he muttered into her.
She didn't have any. She pulled away from him, trying to get to his jeans, his fly, her fingers grazing his cock through the denim but he was too strong. He spun her around, making her laugh, said, "Not yet, my lovely," and pressed his still clad cock into the crack of her ass, pressing aside the last of the black lace, making her pant and moan. Her breasts pressed hard into the wall and she rubbed them there, seeking every sensation, every feeling. Her own hand traveled down the front of her body, her fingers sinking into her own pussy.
"Yeah, show me where you want me," he growled into her ears and she wanted to laugh, wanted to run her hands over her entire body to show him what she wanted.
She heard the zipper on his jeans, and turned back. "Not fair. Not yet. Not without me seeing."
He grinned, gold eyes blazing. "You are
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