Free Hot Mess by Lynn Raye Harris Page A

help but take a moment to run his fingers over her naked folds. So pretty, so hot. Georgie whimpered then and he positioned himself, plunging deep inside her. The angle was different here, but still so good. He loved the sight of his body disappearing into hers, the sounds their bodies made as he rocked into her.
    He ran a finger over her clit and felt her shiver. He skimmed it again and again, enjoyed the way she worked her body against his fingers, seeking more pleasure. Her inner muscles tightened, clamping him almost painfully as the pressure built inside her. He could feel her release beginning and he pumped into her harder. At the last second, his thumb skimmed the tight bud of her anus, pressing ever so lightly on that most sensitive of spots.
    She flew apart with a long cry, his name a sob as her body shuddered and bucked against him. He pushed her forward against the mattress even more, pushing her thighs together until his were on the outside of hers. She gripped him so tightly as he drove into her again and again, until the pressure in his balls just frigging exploded. He came hard, his body flying apart, dissolving.
    When he came back to himself, he was on top of Georgie, who was sprawled against the mattress now, his cock still deep inside her, still twitching as her inner walls spasmed against him from time to time. They were both panting and sweating and the storm was still raging outside, though farther away now.
    He pushed himself up and off her. He wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep for the next fourteen hours or so, but he had to remove the condom. He got up and went into the bathroom and then when he came back, he hesitated. She was still on her belly, still sprawled across the mattress, and he suddenly felt like an ass for using her so roughly.
    He’d fucked her dirty, as if she’d wanted it that way when he knew nothing of the sort, and he wished he could start over, do it right this time. She was too precious, too special to treat so casually.
    She turned her head, saw him standing there, and rolled onto her side. Her body glistened in the moonlight that streamed into the room now that the storm had passed over. She was curvy, perfectly made, and he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her, beg her forgiveness for daring to use her for his pleasure.
    “That,” she said softly, “was fucking amazing .”
    * * *
    Georgeanne’s body ached, but in a good way. Oh, her hip was pretty sore, but she wouldn’t trade a moment of what had just happened for less pain. She frowned as she realized Sam was staring at her in that way of his that never meant well for her in the end. He was brooding about something when all she wanted was to wrap herself around him and go to sleep for a few hours so she could wake up and do it all over again.
    “I was too rough,” he said brusquely. “I should have taken better care of you.”
    Georgeanne pushed herself up to a sitting position. “What, are you kidding me? Did you just hear a word I said?”
    He was standing there, not moving, and she took the opportunity to let her gaze slide over his naked body. Oh. My. God.
    He was beautiful, big and muscled, with tattoos on his chest and biceps. His abs were tight and defined, his hipbones made her want to bite them, and his cock was still half-hard.
    And completely beautiful. She didn’t have tons of experience with men—oh, she’d been to college and she’d been married to Tim, but no lover she could remember had been quite as satisfying. Sam knew how to use his body to get the most out of hers; that was for sure.
    “You don’t have to pretend, Georgie. I was rough with you.”
    “If that was rough, I want it again just as soon as possible.”
    He came over and stood beside the bed, his eyes on hers. “You aren’t just saying that?”
    She got up on her knees and put her palms against his chest. “Sam, my God, no.” She slid her hands over him, felt the smooth ridges of muscle, the nicks and