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with their first kiss. A tentative acceptance that had his body tightening with lust. His cock throbbed with
imperative demand even as he fought its insistence.
Heather. He whispered her name as he sipped at her lips, then stroked inside her mouth once again.
His hands moved from hers as his need to touch her overcame his need to dominate her. Her skin was
so soft, so silky and smooth. He wanted to feel it against his fingertips, luxuriate in her response to him.
And she was responding.
Her thighs tightened on his. Her hips jerked against his, grinding her cunt against the length of his erection
as his tongue stroked over hers, his lips sipping at her as he groaned at the erotic tastes he found there.
Before he ever realized his intention to do so, he had pulled her shirt from the waistband of her jeans,
and his palm was sliding up her waist, his fingers trembling with the need to cup the swollen mound of her
breast. Her nipples were hard; he knew they would be hot, knew she would cry out when he captured
one between his thumb and forefinger.
Her nails bit at his skin through the fabric of his shirt as he rotated his hips firmly against her cunt. He
could feel her heat through both pairs of jeans, and the need to sink inside her was nearly driving him
insane.
I could eat you up, right here, he bit out as his lips moved to her throat, his hand cupping her breast as
his fingers gripped her nipple, milking it and caressing the hard point as a strangled groan tore from her
throat. You make me lose all common sense when I m around you, Heather.
What common sense? Her voice was torn, ragged, as she arched into him, her neck tilting as his
tongue raked over her collarbone.
Sam couldn t help but smile. Her sharp tongue was lethal. But, he had his own weapons. He shifted
back, exposing her breast further as he moved toward it, his mouth watering at the thought of the
pleasure to come.
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Heather fought for breath as his lips covered her distended nipple. Heat seared her flesh, stroked her
nipple as his mouth suckled at the mound firmly, his hand gripping it, fingers caressing the underside
erotically. She arched to him, a broken moan whispering from her throat.
Someone will see, she whispered brokenly. Hear me.
Mmm. Evidently, the thought didn t bother him. Then she remembered who she was talking to. Sam.
The same man torturing her body with the needs tearing through it was the man who would want to share
her, to watch as his brothers took her.
His teeth rasped at her tender nipple as the thought flared through her. She couldn t halt the desperate
clench of her womb, like a soft blow to her stomach as the image of it drifted through her mind.
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I want you. His lips pressed beneath her breast as his hands moved to the clasp of her jeans. I need
you, Heather. I need you more than the air I breathe.
And she didn t have the strength to deny him. Not now, not while the fire of the arousal he called up,
poured through her body. As though her blood was lava and her nerve ending receptors of heat that only
made it burn brighter.
Her jeans loosened. Heather watched Sam as she gasped for breath, shadowed sensuality in his
expression, the intent in his dark eyes. His head lowered again as he kissed his way down her stomach,
her smooth abdomen, his hands pulling her jeans and panties down her thighs with teasing strokes of his
hand along her skin.
She was shaking as he blew a puff of air across her burning cunt, then shuddered as he finished removing
her clothing.
I want to taste you, he growled. Lick you like smooth, warm chocolate, Heather.
He dropped her jeans and panties to the ground a second before he moved between her thighs,
spreading them slowly as he stared up at her.
Sam. She could barely speak as she fought for breath. Someone will see&
See me lapping at you, fucking you with my tongue, drawing liquid paradise from your body, Heather.
Let em watch, baby. Let them see how fucking pretty you are as you come for me.
Her hips jerked, rising from the lounger as his tongue swiped through the narrow slit of her inner lips then
licked around her swollen clit. The breath halted in her chest, then released on a rising moan. Smooth
flame, his tongue was like snaking fire as it licked and probed at her soaked cunt.
He licked around her clit, pulled it into his mouth for a second less than it would have taken for her to
climax, then licked down again before his hard hands lifted her hips and his tongue plunged inside her
clenching pussy.
She could hear the wet sound of his suckling at her vagina, drawing the cream from her body as more
replaced it. Her hands gripped the rails of the lounger as she twisted against his mouth, fighting for more.
She needed him deeper, harder, licking her like that to her very womb.
He slurped at her cunt, his lips smacking as he released her, then his tongue plunging again. His hands
moved to her buttocks, holding her open as his fingers spread the delicate mounds, one placing exquisite
pressure on the puckered entrance to her anus.
She twisted in his grip, needing more. Her vagina shuddered around his tongue, her clit pulsing,
throbbing as her fingers went to her nipples to ease the heated ache there. She pinched lightly, biting her
lower lip as she fought back her moan of rising ecstasy.
So good, Heather. His voice washed over her senses. Like candy baby. Like warm, sweet
chocolate.
His tongue plunged deep, the tip of his nose burying against her clit, stroking it, caressing it. Heather
gasped, caught her breath, but when the resulting explosion hit her she couldn t contain the low,
breathless wail that tore from between her lips.
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Her body tightened, her cunt spasming as the pleasure streaked over her in drowning waves of
sensation. Sam was crooning as he licked her, sucked her, his tongue fucking her through the sharp
bursts of exquisite pleasure until he moved back with a groan, his hands going to his own jeans.
You ll scream for me this time, he bit out. And everyone will know you re mine, Heather. Mine.
He was within an inch of freeing his cock to take her when the tree behind them cracked, spraying
shards of the wood as the first gunshot rang out.
Chapter Twenty-One
They rolled from the lounger in a tangle of limbs and virulent curses as the bullet struck the tree at the
same angle that Sam s head would have been had he not been lowering it to her body. Heather grabbed
her jeans, cursing as she pushed Sam behind the shelter of the trees, struggling back into the suddenly
uncooperative denim.
Dammit, Heather cursed as she jerked her gun beneath the lounger. She struggled against Sam, cursing
as he plastered himself to her back, holding her harder to the bark of the tree. Dammit, he was trying to
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