Free Kristen Blooming by Jenny Penn

deputy’s warm, callused palms sliding up and down her back set off sparks of pure delight that had her squirming against him. Each motion ground the naked skin of her upper torso against the hot, hard cut of his chest, unleashing a searing heat that had her going up in flames in the deputy’s arms.
    A voice deep in her head screamed that this was wrong, but Kristen didn’t care. This felt too good for right or wrong to matter. He tasted too good. She was drowning in the intoxicating flavor of his kiss. He was like the shot of pure molten whiskey she’d once tried but without the after burn.
    At least, her throat wasn’t on fire. Other parts, though, were warming in ways that she’d never felt before. A restlessness filled her that had Kristen lifting and grinding against the deputy in a wanton invitation that would have shocked her if she’d been thinking clearly. She wasn’t.
    She was just loving the thrill, especially when the deputy growled and yanked her right up onto his hard lap. He turned with the motion, pinning her to the bed as he tore his mouth free of hers. Leaving Kristen gasping for breath, Brandon began to suck and nibble his way right down her jaw and over the sensitive arch of her neck. Kristen flexed into the tender pleasure, her breasts swelling, her nipples hardening in a rush of excitement as the deputy’s big hands lifted to cup them.
    The thin scrap of fabric of her bikini top offered protection against the hard, rough caress of his fingers as they rolled her tender tip, making Kristen cry out with the pleasure growing so intense it was nearly painful. Then his mouth was there, his fingers pulling her bathing suit out of the way as his lips closed in over her nipple in an electrifying kiss that had her jerking hard and bucking beneath him hard enough to send the deputy flying over the edge of the bed.
    Kristen heard a loud crash followed by an even louder expletive.
    “ Shit! ”
    The deputy’s hard curse awakened her to the realization of what had just happened, or had been about to happen, and suddenly, Kristen was horrified.
    “Fuck, man… damn! ”
    Time to go.
    Without even looking back to see what had the deputy cursing, Kristen leapt off the bed and went racing out the door, only to almost slam into Cybil.
    “There you are. I was coming to see…oh, honey. What happened?”
     
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    Brandon gripped his head and curled into the fetal position as the pounding cutting straight out of the back of his skull made him feel as though he was getting hit with a hammer. That was where he’d clipped the corner of Duncan’s nightstand when Kristen had chunked him onto the floor. He should have seen that one coming.
    He’d really blown it.
    He’d moved way too fast, but in his defense, he’d been completely blindsided. Brandon had fucked his way through a lot of women and a lot of good times, but none of that compared to the all-consuming heat that had seared through him at the first taste of Kristen’s kiss. The pleasure, the want, the need, had all been beyond words.
    He wanted more.
    He wanted it all, and he was going to have it.
    He just needed to move a little slower, and maybe strap Kristen down. That thought brought a smile to Brandon’s face and an even sharper pain to his head. He was definitely going to strap her down, tie her up, and then have some real fun.
    That is if he managed to catch her. While Brandon knew he hadn’t been alone in the fires that had sprung out of their embrace, he’d also suspected that a virgin as sweetly untried as Kristen would bolt at the very first electric touch of lust. So, she had, and he wasn’t the least bit surprised to find her missing when he finally managed to drag himself off the floor.
    His legs held, though they weren’t complete steady beneath him. That was the leftover effects of Kristen’s escape, and so was the room that felt as if it was spinning around him. It took a moment for the world to right around him, and still,