Free The Blacker the Berry by Lena Matthews

dry as he parted his pants. “Perfect. Stay just like that.” Tamara snapped away, trying to capture every emotion flittering across his face. She wondered how far he would be willing to go, and how far she wanted to go, all the while not deviating from clicking away with the camera.
    “Lower your zipper a little farther…” Russell did so, but unfortunately rather than seeing more mouthwatering flesh as she’d hoped, dark material came into view instead. “Well, shit.” Talk about a mood breaker.
    “What?” He froze in midact.
    “Can you tuck your boxers down a bit in your pants? They’re showing through, and I think it would look a lot hotter if we made it look as if you weren’t wearing any.” Hotter for her at least.
    “No male in their right mind would go riding in jeans without any underwear on.”
    He was trying to be logical. How male of him. “This isn’t about the male mind. It’s about the female one. And we like cowboys commando-style.”
    “Co—what?”
    “Sans boxers.”
    “This is stupid.” He frowned. “I’m telling you, if you’re wrestling a bull or riding for a long time, you want to make sure your boys are tucked up against you.”
    “Oh for heaven’s sake.” She was not going to let him mess up her fantasy, damn it. Tamara set her camera back on the tripod and walked over to him. “You don’t really have to take them off. Just tuck them in like this.”
    “Wait.”
    “Just look.” Without thinking, Tamara pressed her hand down his pants, trying to move his boxers out of the way. Unfortunately, soft material wasn’t the only thing she touched. Her fingers brushed against his rigid cock, stilling her movements as nothing else would have. “Oh.”
    “Yeah, oh,” he said drily.
    This was one of those awkward moments she was forever getting herself into by barreling in first, asking questions later. Frozen, hand still in his pants, she wondered what to do. At last check, Emily Post didn’t have a rule of etiquette on what to do after you molest the object of your desires. “Umm…” Nervous now, she took in a deep breath, inhaling his masculine scent in the process. Damn. This was a really bad time to notice how good he smelled.
    “Tamara?” His voice was low and smooth.
    “Yes?” she replied, barely able to get the word past her parched lips.
    “Do you want to move your hand?”
    “Want?” Now that was the question of the hour. “Okay.” She turned her hand, but instead of removing it from his pants, brushed her finger back and forth along his ever-hardening cock.
    “That wasn’t what I meant.”
    “Oh.” Still she didn’t remove her hand. She was too close to heaven now to agree to go back to hell.
    Russell let out a deep chuckle that had her knees trembling and her pussy flooding with cream. “Let me rephrase. I’m going to count to three, and by the time I get to three, if you haven’t removed your hand, I’m going to assume that you know exactly what you’re doing.”
    He could assume right. “One. Two.”
    “Three,” she said, finishing for him. The words had barely passed her lips when she was hauled into Russell’s arms. One hand was on her ass as he pulled her tightly against him, pressing his erection, and her trapped hand, into her soft belly. Without any gentle exploration, his mouth descended to hers. Much like the man himself, his kiss was anything but soft and easy. To put it quite simply, he took her breath away. Just when she thought she’d never get enough of his sweet lips, he broke away from her mouth and pulled back a bit. “We on the same page here?”
    “Oh yeah, but just to be fair, if you get addicted, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    “Consider me warned.” He drew her close to him once more, this time moving his lips lower to her neck.
    She tilted her head to the side as he kissed the sensitive area of her collarbone. Holding on tight to him, she trembled under the feeling of his wind-roughened lips.