Free Deliciously Dangerous by Karen Anders

and suckled hungrily on her soft flesh, cleaning up as much of the juice and crushed cherries as he could.
    Her fingers raked through his hair as he gave the other breast equal attention, until she was writhing beneath him and panting in that needy way he recognized all too well. He blazed fiery, moist kisses up to her throat and along her jaw as he moved over her and settled his hips against hers. He pressed his solid erection—still confined behind the fly of his cutoffs—against the crotch of her shorts, exactly where he knew she’d need that firm, driving pressure the most.
    He watched her eyes darken with desire, and could feel the heat and dampness of her through the heavy denim. Jammer did his best to keep his focus on her and away from the demanding ache in his cock.
    Lowering his head, he kissed her, while moving against her in a slow, sensual motion that was as intimate as the act of sex itself.
    Her hands caressed and kneaded his shoulders. She glided her palms over his taut belly and around to his back, where she kneaded her fingers into the musclesin an attempt to urge him to a faster tempo. Wrapping her legs around his thighs, she grabbed his ass so she could control the depth and pace of his strokes.
    He wrenched his mouth from hers and managed a laugh. “Damn, maybe patience is overrated.”
    “Exactly,” she said, her breathing hard and rasping.
    “You’ll have to find a little bit more patience, sweetheart,” he said as he curled his arm around her waist, lifted her and stripped the tight shorts off her body. He also removed the lacy bra, so that she was completely naked on the wooden table.
    “No fair. You’re still dressed.”
    “Don’t worry about that right now,” he said softly. With his palm on her chest he leaned her back until she was resting against the wall. Then he grasped her just under the knees and pushed her legs apart until she was bared to him.
    “Oh damn, Jammer. I want you.”
    “Soon. Very soon, baby.”
    He grabbed more cherries and crushed them, then rubbed his fingers over her clit. Gina cried out, but he didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. His mouth captured her clit with suctioning pulls and swirls of his tongue, and she came with quick thrusts of her hips.
    His restraint finally broken, Jammer undid his cutoffs and let them and his briefs drop to the floor.
    When he moved back to the table, she was waiting. Her hand snaked out, captured his throbbing cock and guided him to her. He needed no encouragement as he slipped inside her, the juice from the cherries sliding along his shaft with a tingling, sensual burn.
    The heat of her sex scorched him. Made him move with deep, slow thrusts inside her.
    Then she tensed and quickened, captivated as she reached between them to feel him glide wetly into her, then retreat. Her touch was heavy and bold, and he loved this side of her. Most of the time she was out there for everyone to see, but this Gina, this intimate Gina, was all his.
    Jammer wanted more, to connect when he hadn’t—wouldn’t—allow himself to have anything beyond casual and quick sex. Playing it safe had become ingrained in him for three long years. Then she’d opened that door in Paris and he would never be the same. Casual and Gina just didn’t mesh.
    But he and Gina did.
    In a profound and primal way that he hadn’t thought possible.
    He knew that every moment he spent with her would only make it that much harder to separate when the time came. His chest and throat constricted at the thought, so he pushed it aside and focused on the incredible sensations she was generating with her sleek, sexy body.
    “Jammer, please,” she begged softly.
    His control severed and his hips plunged faster into the tight core of her. She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing hard and holding on to him as if she would never let go.
    He deepened his thrusts, his possession raw and savage. Matching his rhythm, she finally came, holding nothing back and