Free Wilde Nights in Paradise (A Wilde Security Novel) (Entangled Brazen) by Tonya Burrows

then deliberately opened her thighs, touched herself, and enjoyed the hitch in his breath while he watched. “You want your mouth on me? I’m waiting. Taste me.”
    His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and if that look in his eyes got any hotter, she’d be walking away from this with scorch marks. It would be worth it, though.
    So worth it.
    Jude dropped to his knees, hooked her legs over his shoulders and found her with his mouth. At the first lap of his tongue, she came in one hard spasm, thighs quaking, back arching, her cry echoing around the garden. And still he didn’t stop, didn’t let her ease back to Earth before he sent her into orbit again.
    Definitely worth it.
    In a burst of movement, as if he couldn’t stand to be outside her a second longer, he surged to his feet, shed his shorts, dragged her to the edge of the table, and fisted himself in one hand, guiding his head to her entrance. With a hard thrust of his hips, he drove deep inside her.
    “Wait,” she managed even as she lifted to meet his thrusts. “Condom.”
    “I’m clean,” he said between clenched teeth, pumped his hips again, and pleasure coiled tighter within her, curling her toes.
    “I know. It’s not that… Oh God, that feels so good.” Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head, and she almost said to hell with it…but one thought stopped her. Pregnancy. She did not want a child with a man who acted like a child himself most of the time. She was lucky she hadn’t ended up pregnant and alone eight years ago, and she wasn’t going to take that risk this time around.
    She smacked her hands against his chest. “Jude, wait. We need a condom. I’m not on birth control.”
    A stream of colorful curses fell from his lips, and she instantly regretted the lost connection when he left her and ran into the house. He was back a moment later and slapped a string of condoms—at least a half dozen—onto the pool table.
    She laughed. “Now that’s wishful thinking.”
    “You said one night, not one time. I plan to make the most of it.” He ripped one open with his teeth, rolled it on, and found her again in one long glide. Slow, torturous thrusts and it wasn’t enough. She didn’t want slow and sweet from him. Didn’t want gentle. She wanted sweaty, down-and-dirty, bed-rocking, flesh-slapping sex and wound her legs around his waist, lifted her hips, dug her heels into his back.
    Spurred him on. Faster, harder.
    He gave her exactly that until the sturdy pool table wobbled and creaked and sweat slicked both of them.
    Tension wound so tightly inside Libby she thought she might pop like a container under too much pressure. She bit the inside of her cheek, determined not to cry out again. They were in the middle of a city, and although the stone fence and jungle-like garden blocked all views from the street, they did have neighbors. The whole block didn’t need to know what they were up to tonight. But then Jude leaned forward, changing the direction of his thrusts as his lips closed over one beaded nipple and tugged.
    And that was it.
    The climax ripped a scream from her throat. After one more deep thrust, she felt him tighten up, felt his erection jump as he joined her, roaring with his own orgasm.
    Jude collapsed but caught himself on his arms before crushing her. He stared at her for a long time as his breath sawed from his lungs, his gaze searching hers for…something. She didn’t know what.
    “Christ,” he whispered. Finally shutting his eyes, he leaned his damp forehead against hers as shudders continued to wrack his body. “Oh, Christ. I can’t get enough of you. I can’t get enough.”
    He lurched upright, pulled off the condom, and grabbed another.
    “No way. You can’t possibly…” Shocked, she watched him roll the second condom into place over his straining erection. Even more shocking, she felt herself getting wet again, responding to his need, her sex tender but plumped and ready for him. “Jude, if we keep this