Free Silent Deceit by Kallie Lane

the truck, dropped the tailgate, and
set her down. He pulled off her other boot, making his intentions clear.
Whether she picked up on it or not was up to her.
    ––––––––
      "D o what outside?" The look in
Skip's eyes drew her. He wanted her. She wanted him. Natasha shifted to the
edge of the tailgate. He didn't sit beside her. Instead, he paced back and
forth like a dog marking its territory. She wrapped her legs around his waist
on the next pass, pulling him close. She breathed him in. Touched his face with
her fingertips. Kissed him, her tongue flicking in to taste his.
      “You getting frisky with me, bluebird?”
      “If you let me,” she said, nipping his chin.
      "Honey, I'm putty in your hands."
Grabbing a bedroll off the bed of the truck, he tossed it to the ground, lifted
her off the tailgate and laid her down. 
      Nuh-uh, this was her party, Natasha
decided. She had waited too long for this moment. She would control the moves
and set the pace. She pulled him on top of her, then rolled and straddled him.
Slipping her T-shirt over her head, she unfastened her bra and tossed it,
shivering in the night air. Her nipples tightened. She arched her back, cupping
her hands along the undersides of her breasts. "See Skip? I'm not wearing
a hair shirt."
      He watched her, laughing. Desire lighting his hungry gaze. "Let me take a
closer look."
      He sat up and caressed her back, the
rock-hard feel of his biceps rippling along her sides. His lips closed on her
nipples. Suckling. Nipping. Sending shockwave after shockwave of blistering
heat straight to her core. If she didn't slow him down, she would climax before
the party began.
      Pushing him back down on the bedroll, she
admired the view of his leanly muscled frame, trailing her hands down his
amazing chest to his belt buckle. She unzipped his pants and eased them over
his hips. And took him into her mouth, tasting this beautiful man. She stroked
his length, giving herself as much pleasure as she gave him. He was everything
to her. The feel of him, his unique scent, his need to protect, and the love
for her he couldn't hide. He curled his fists in her hair. Sighed out her name.
"Tas...I'm going to explode if you don't ease off."
      She couldn't stop. Just couldn't get
enough. Exploring, tasting and touching, loving the only man who completed her in every way. Somehow shifting to his knees,
he managed to wrap his hands around her waist and stand her on her feet. And
with a slow glide, he removed her jeans and panties, kissing her mound, taking
his time and looking his fill as his eyes travelled up her body. "My God,
Tas. You're so beautiful."
      He settled her in his lap and wrapped her
legs around his hips. Suited up with a condom, and slid a thick finger inside her,
trailing it across her nub. He brought it to his lips and tasted her cream on
his tongue. "You taste so goddamn sweet, baby. You're so wet."
      "You do that to me," she
moaned, wishing he'd touch her again. Needing him to finish what she had
started.
      He took her wrists and pinned them behind
her back with one hand. Guided his shaft into her with the other and thrust to
the hilt. He was so big, and so, so fine. He pulsed inside her and thrust
again, stroke after stroke, smooth and slow. The pace making her beg for more.
"Skip, please..."
      His hips began to move like pistons,
building the rhythm, opening her to a world of sensations she had never
experienced before. The few sexual encounters she'd had with other men had been
polite and pleasant, but nothing sweaty and out of control. Not like this. She
met him thrust for thrust, and breath for breath. His teeth grazed her jaw. He
moved to her mouth, his tongue plundering with the same tempo he pumped deep
inside her body. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Her muscles clenched and
unclenched in a wild rush of blazing heat. She came with a drawn out scream,
and Skip? Well, his sound was more like a roar.
      She slid boneless