Free Claimed by a Stranger (Craved Series #2) by Hazel Kelly Page B

nothing to celebrate if it just laid there.
    But she was so responsive, so willing to please me, and even
more importantly, so willing to be pleased. I loved it when a woman wasn’t
ashamed to feel pleasure, wasn’t too self-conscious to let herself go.
    And Audrey ticked all my boxes.
    Just as thoroughly as I’d licked hers.
    Oh god I needed to stop thinking about her or I was never going
to get to sleep. Or worse, I was going to get hard thinking about her and I’d
have to rub one out in order to relax.
    But I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to save myself for her
tomorrow morning. Though the thought of her getting rubbed down in front of me
was almost too much of a turn on to handle.
    Still, there was no way I wasn’t going to have her again as soon
as possible. After all, she’d be all lazy and delicious after her massage. It
would be the perfect time for me to take advantage of her, and if her
willingness to have a good time tonight was any indication, she’d be up for it.
    And I would stop at nothing to make her come even harder next
time, to feel me even more. I wanted to fuck her so hard that stupid grin would
be stuck on her face for days.
    Oh my aching balls. Now that I didn’t have to imagine her body-
now that I could picture every gorgeous inch of it- there was no help for me. Every
time I closed my eyes, she was there, her chest rising and falling as her pussy
dripped between her splayed legs.
    Where had she been all my life?! Seattle obviously, but why now?
Saying goodbye to her was going to be the gut wrenching.
    Of course, I couldn’t think about that now. Or tomorrow. Frankly,
I shouldn’t think about it at all. It wouldn’t do either of us any good to
dwell on the fact that she had a ticket out of here.
    And the thought of how little time I had left with her killed my
boner in an instant.
    I should’ve invited her back. I should’ve insisted she spend the
night at my place. Then I could’ve had my hands on her right now, her breath on
my lips, her hair on my pillow.
    But I was a fucking coward.
    Firstly, I didn’t want to bring her back to my shitty little
apartment after I’d pulled out all the stops to impress her earlier in the
night. Sure, I had a balcony with a view of the ocean, but it was a studio, and
it was less impressive than a college student’s dorm, more mess than personal
effects.
    And while the way I lived might have been good enough for a one
night stand with a less classy girl, it wasn’t good enough for Audrey. She’d be
appalled that I lived in such a small space, especially if she compared it to where
she was staying.
    And I didn’t want to spoil the illusion that my life was fancier
than it was.
    But that wasn’t the only reason I couldn’t bring her back.
    The other was that my Dad was too much of a wild card. There was
always a chance I’d be called out in the middle of the night- or worse- that he
would fucking show up here stinking drunk, swearing like the star of a budget porno.
    And he would definitely spoil the illusion- as well as scare the
shit out of her and send her running- which was the last thing she needed on
her carefree holiday.
    I just hoped she wasn’t offended.
    Perhaps if I’d had a few more beers, I might have invited her
back, but it was for the best this way. Who was I to spoil her fling? I was just
a fantasy for her. This wasn’t real, and I’m sure she didn’t want it to get
real.
    As a result, there was no reason to tell her any bad news, no
reason to peel back the layers so she was forced to see more than she wanted
to. I might as well try to make everything as perfect as possible. At least
then she would remember her time with me that way.
    And it looked like that was the best I could hope for at this
stage.
    Cause when I’d suggested she stay a few more days, she obviously
wasn’t into it. So I needed to respect her wishes, accept that the only shots I
could call were in the bedroom, and keep in mind that all we had was