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rubbed his bristled cheeks and jaw between her folds.
    The rasp of his beard chafed her delicate skin, but she bent her knees and raised her hips, offering more.
    His large hands slipped beneath her and cupped her buttocks. A deep growling moan filled the room a moment before his open mouth sucked her labia inside where his tongue stroked, teasing the shaved lips, delving between to lap up the fluid oozing from inside her.
    Jenna kept her hands folded beside her head. Held her body still as he licked up her folds to tease her clit, then back down, beneath her pussy. Her breath caught on a sharp gasp when he flicked the tip of his tongue against her small furled hole.
    His gaze darted up; his mouth lifted to give her a wicked, tight smile.
    She knew how she looked. Face flushed, her belly beginning to quiver and jump. Her eyes would be large and round, her lips swollen because she’d bitten them and hadn’t even known.
    Swiping her tongue across her bottom lip, she watched his eyelids dip, his nostrils flare. He dropped her bottom and lunged forward, slipping a hand beneath her back to cradle her close, laying the other atop her breast to squeeze. His head descended, and his mouth took hers in a hard, grinding kiss.
    Not that she minded one bit. She tasted herself on his lips. She thrust her hands into his hair, raked his scalp with her nails and bit his tongue, a goad he wouldn’t ignore.
    Danny gave another growl. His cock slid between her vaginal lips, rocking forward and back, wetting his shaft. She wriggled beneath him, trying to dip lower to capture the tip, but he moved back, so quickly she’d barely blinked her eyes open before he flipped her to her belly.
    So he was still in fight mode. Grinning, she scrambled to get her knees beneath her, faking an attempt to escape, but his hard hands gripped her buttocks, centered her, and his cock nudged once before plunging inside her pussy.
    Jenna gave a muffled shout.
    He chuckled. The sound was deep and dirty. With his hands, he forced her hips backward, fully sheathing his cock. But then he held still inside her for several long moments.
    Jenna got her elbows beneath her and shot a glare over her shoulder. “Gonna move sometime?”
    His eyes glittered in the lamplight. “I want to let the storm inside.”
    Her eyes narrowed, not understanding until he slid from inside her, crawled off the bed and padded to the window. She reached quickly for the lamp and turned it off, just as he whipped back the curtains and flung up the bottom pane. Hot, wet wind blasted inside. Light gleaming from the bathroom wouldn’t be enough to let the neighbors see inside.
    “The floor will get wet,” she muttered.
    He glanced over her shoulder. “Do you really care?”
    “Guess it depends on whether you’re planning to distract me.” She laid down the challenge, loved the hard curve of his mouth as he stomped back to the bed.
    His hand darted out, grabbing a pillow. She started to roll away, but he stepped onto the bed, bracketing her between his feet.
    She stared up, her gaze snagging on his thick, hard cock, bobbing high against his belly. “Come down to me,” she whispered, sliding from between his knees then rising to kneel in front of him.
    He dropped, causing the mattress to bounce. She aimed a glare, tucked her damp hair behind her ears then bent toward his straining sex.
    His fingers gripped her skull, guiding her, taking charge, aiming her down, beneath his cock. She stuck out her tongue and flicked it at his balls. He kept them shaved, for her. Something she appreciated as she swiped the velvet sac. His hands forced her closer and she opened her mouth, engulfing his hard stones. Everything about him was hard, so damn masculine. She loved that about him. Reveled in it. All man but still not an asshole. How had she gotten so damn lucky?
    Jenna brought her hands into play, gripping his shaft.
    His fingers dug into her scalp and forced her mouth upward. She slicked her tongue up