The Dare Collection 2018. Taryn Leigh Taylor
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Название: The Dare Collection 2018
Автор: Taryn Leigh Taylor
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Series Collections
isbn: 9781474086745
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“I don’t want to come yet,” he gritted out. “I have plans.”
“Plans are overrated.”
She sounded irritated, cranky and horny, and he liked the combination so much he was tempted to make it worse. Tie her up to the bed. Tease her until she cried, then make her scream. Something fun like that, but he didn’t think he had it in him. Not today. He would have to pick another day, when she could suck him off the way she clearly wanted to and he could take his sweet-ass time with that lush body of hers, making her come over and over, until he was ready to go again.
It occurred to him that he was doing another thing he’d never done before. He never plotted out sex in advance. He had it, then he had more, the end.
But everything with Maya was different. New.
Crazy, something in him growled.
Charlie told himself it was fury that had him reaching for her, stripping those jeans off her and the lacy panties she wore beneath them. He ran his hand along the silken length of her legs, feeling it shudder through him, all that softness and strength.
He wanted to eat her alive.
He moved toward the head of the bed, pulling her with him. Then he set her on top of him until she straddled him. First his chest and then, tipping her forward, he held her thighs open so she straddled his face.
“Hold on to the headboard,” he ordered her.
He hooked his hands around her muscular thighs, pulled her down over him to cover himself in all that sweet, melting heat and ate her like a ripe peach.
She was slippery, made of sugar and need, and the first time she shook apart, he could hear the headboard creak when she gripped it.
But he wasn’t done.
He wanted more, so he took it, his hands moving from her thighs to worship her ass. He ate at her until she was making those wordless little sounds again, the ones that had kept him up at night. He didn’t think he’d ever been this hard or this desperate to get inside a woman, but he kept going. Until eventually she was grinding her pussy into his face, rocking herself against him and sobbing her way into another orgasm.
Only then did he crawl out from under her. He flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees, facing the big window and the sea and sky beyond. He knelt behind her, choosing not to notice the way his hands shook as he gripped his own cock and dealt with the condom. Then—finally—guided it to her swollen, scalding-hot pussy.
She moaned. He felt it, everywhere.
He felt too damned much.
Charlie notched himself in her entrance, gripped her lush hips and pounded his way home.
HE WAS LIKE A STORM.
Elemental. Uncontrollable.
Maya braced herself on her elbows, arching into every thick, deep surge. He was so hard. Not just his cock, but the granite muscle of his thighs she could feel every time he plunged so deep inside her.
And she was already so soft. Melting and spinning, but the rough, perfect thrust of him inside her gave her a kind of focus. She didn’t have to think—maybe she couldn’t think—but she could lose herself in the demanding rhythm.
It was like disappearing and yet staying fully present, all at the same time.
She dropped her head, surrendered and let him take them both wherever it was he wanted to go.
Maya expected that he would find his pleasure quickly. What she didn’t expect was that the way he pounded into her—such an intense, delicious battering that stirred up too many sensations she couldn’t count or name—would stir her up all over again.
She almost didn’t believe it. But he was so deep, so sure, hard and intense. And before she knew it, that greedy fist—red-hot and wild—was crushing her all over again.
And this time, as he groaned out his own release deep into her, she shattered into a thousand pieces and cried out his name as she fell.
When she woke up, it was to find herself all alone, sprawled across her bed at a careless angle. Maya pushed herself up to sitting position gingerly, feeling much the way she had the other day after the shed.
Used, everywhere.
In the most wonderful possible way.
Outside her windows, cloud cover had moved in over the water, but she liked it. She didn’t miss the sun, not when she felt so bright within.
Maya sat for a moment with all that light inside her, telling herself that it was temporary. It would fade. Nothing this good could stay.
Still, she held on to it as long as she could.
She stretched, long and luxuriously. Then she crawled across the mattress, swung her feet to the ground and didn’t bother to cover herself as she padded toward her washroom and that huge tub with its sea views she’d been meaning to try—
But she stopped dead as she passed the doorway that led into the main room and saw Charlie.
Still here.
He was damp from what she assumed was a shower, a towel knotted low at his hips, and he was accepting a rolling room-service cart from one of the hotel staff members.
The room-service man didn’t look up. He didn’t glance around or notice that Maya was there in the other room. He didn’t seem to realize Maya was there at all, but Charlie did.
That impossible blue gaze of his flicked to her, then away. He signed something, exchanged a few words in Italian, then let the man out.
“Did you want to give him a show?” Charlie asked after he’d closed the door and took his time turning back to her. His smile was crooked and echoed deep inside her, instantly getting that fire going when Maya would have sworn it had burned all it could. “We can call him back.”
“No, thank you.” She sounded prim and repressed, as if she wasn’t standing there naked. “I’m not really a performer.”
“Are you sure?” That wicked gleam in his eyes made her shiver. “So far, I’m a fan.”
“I didn’t expect you to still be here.”
Maya hadn’t meant to blurt that out. Not so...baldly, with such obvious recklessness.
It hung there in the air between them.
And she fully expected him to overreact. But he only studied her as if she was the one who didn’t make sense and might blow up at any moment. “Why not?”
Maya didn’t want to excavate the different layers of the dark things in her gut. What she’d left behind, but worse than that, what she СКАЧАТЬ