Free Tex Appeal by Alison Kent Kimberly Raye Page A

himself and answered her silent plea. She felt him straining in the cleft between her buttocks before he bent his knees and plunged deeply into her, one steel arm anchoring her in place.
    He took her savagely, pushing deeper with each thrust, claiming and conquering and loving her in a way that no man ever had.
    “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “And remember how good it was between us.”
    But suddenly she didn’t want a blast from the past. Because what she’d felt back then—however wild and wicked and wonderful—didn’t begin to compare with the rush of sensation that whirled inside of her right now. At this moment. With this man.
    She fixed her gaze on her own fingers splayed against the hood of her car, felt the damp dirt and leaves beneath her feet, heard the soft lap of the water against the bank, and smelled the musky fragrance of raw earth and hot sex.
    Just sex.
    There were no soft touches. No whispered words of tenderness. No staring deep into one another’s eyes.
    Regret niggled at her, but then Dayne slid deep enough to hit the spot that made her toes curl and her knees tremble, and all emotion faded in a rush of pure, intense pleasure.
     
    E ASY .
    The command thundered through Dayne’s head, pushing past the haze of sensation that overwhelmed him. The feel of her so hot and tight, pulsing around him, sucking at him, nearly made him spill himself then and there. But this was about more than sex. He didn’t just want Cheryl Anne to remember how good it had been between them. He wanted her to know how good it could be.
    Tonight.
    Tomorrow.
    Forever.
    He withdrew and turned her in his arms. Grasping her sweet ass, he lifted her onto the hood of her car and urged her backward until she lay before him, her lush body bathed in moonlight. He trailed the head of his cock along the length of her slit for a quick shuddering moment before plunging back inside her. Her body tightened instinctively around his as if she never wanted to let him go.
    He held tight to that hope and pumped harder. Faster. When her body arched and she climaxed, he caught her moan with his mouth. Every muscle in his body went tight and he plunged one last time. His mind went blank as he exploded, emptying himself inside her, his own groan rumbling past his lips as he tore his mouth from hers. He collapsed atop her, his heart thumping wildly as he tried to catch his breath.
    When her hands slid up around his neck, it took every ounce of courage he had not to gather her close and savor the moment. But Dayne was determined not to mess this up. Cheryl Anne wanted wild and spontaneous.
    And so Dayne fought down the urge to hold her close and did the last thing she would have expected—he snatched up his clothes, climbed into his truck and left her buck-naked and spread-eagled on her Mustang.

8
    H E WAS gone.
    The truth echoed in Cheryl’s head as she clambered off the hood and did a frantic search for her clothes. No “Sorry, hon, I’ve got to get back to work.” No lingering kiss. Not even a measly wave goodbye. He’d simply walked away.
    And the problem is?
    There wasn’t a problem. Tonight had been perfect. He’d been perfect. Hot. Wild. Spontaneous. Her body still shook as she yanked on her clothes and climbed behind the wheel. She should be relieved. Excited. Victorious.
    Instead, she had the insane urge to stop at the nearest Quick Stop and pick up a pint of Rocky Road. And maybe a box of Ding Dongs. And a few Snickers bars. And some Oreo cookies.
    She definitely needed Oreos right now.
    Because the hot, wild, spontaneous sex hadn’t come close to satisfying the need that yawned inside of her.
    Crazy. She was one-hundred-percent satisfied. She’d finally succeeded in changing every aspect of her life, both personally and professionally. Soon she would have the sexed-up house of her dreams. Life was complete.
    It was.
    At least that’s what she told herself as she hit the city limits and turned down Main Street. The lights