Free Surrender by Violetta Rand

between my legs and cups my balls. I’m on the verge of exploding. My body is burning up. I want to rip her clothes off and fuck her all night long. But not in this confined space.
    “Robyn . . .” She’s lost in the moment. “Robyn,” I call more aggressively.
    She lifts her head and looks at me. “What’s wrong?”
    “Hotel room or your apartment. Pick. Now.” If she doesn’t, I’ll make the choice for her.
    “My apartment . . .” Her eyes are half-closed.
    “Robyn,” I say. “Protection . . . condoms . . . the pill?”
    She stares at me long and hard. “I’m on the pill and get tested every six months for STDs through a program at the club.”
    “I have a medical card in my wallet. Wanna see it?”
    She shakes her head. “Drive . . .”
    We make it back to Corpus in record time. I park in the space in front of her apartment and kill the engine. We exchange glances. I know she’s afraid, but I’ll never disappoint her. Never. Since that first night at the beach, I’ve felt an instant connection with her. There’s something about her—as if she has an old soul like mine. But a very sad one. She digs her keys out of her purse and hands them to me. Her hands are shaking. I get out of the truck. She waits for me to open her door. When I do, she doesn’t move at first. She’s battling her conscience, mentally suspended between pleasure and fear. I extend my hand.
    Wide blue eyes rimmed with tears gaze up at me. I bang my head against the door frame. I lose it when women cry. It kills me to see tears in Robyn’s eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?”
    “Nothing.” That’s all she’s going to give me; I know it.
    I won’t press the issue. I help her down and escort her to the front porch. She points to the right key on her chain and I unlock the front door.
    “Please come inside.” I can’t believe she’s inviting me to stay.
    I nod and follow her. There’s a nightlight on in the hallway. We lean against opposite walls and stare at each other. Wordlessly, her mouth opens and closes. I know what she wants to say. Unexpectedly, she surges forward and throws her arms around my neck. I’m immovable for a long moment. I’m not sure I want to do this again. If she doesn’t follow through this time, I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.
    She’s still clinging to me. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. “Robyn. You’re killing me.”
    “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m afraid . . . I’ve never . . . felt this way before.”
    I tip her chin and look her directly in the eyes. “I don’t play games. I don’t share. I don’t cheat. And I don’t do anything half-ass.”
    That makes her laugh.
    “I’m going to kiss you, Robyn.” Before she can react, I lean down and capture her mouth. She tastes so sweet.
    It’s passionate, and my hands instinctively cup her ass. She nestles into me and I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist and grinds her crotch against me. Our kiss intensifies and we’re doing circles down the hallway, hitting the walls as we go. Between moans I manage to break away and ask, “Where’s the bedroom?”
    “Upstairs,” she barely manages to answer. I cover her mouth with mine, sucking the air out of her lungs.
    I carry her upstairs. There’s another nightlight on. I lay her across the bed and she stares while I undress. I throw my shirt on the floor. Next, I remove my boots and take off my pants and socks. I’m standing in black boxer briefs.
    She hasn’t moved an inch. I smile, approach the bed, then sit down. “Come here, Robyn.” I make her stand between my legs. At first she’s facing me, but I turn her so I can see her profile.
    She’s hot as Hades. And she’s about to be mine. I slowly run my fingertips between her breasts and downward. She’s shaking—whimpering louder and louder. I love to hear those noises. I sweep her hair aside and untie her blouse. It falls away. Her breasts are firm and round and her