Free Daring to Love: A Contemporary Romance (The Armstrongs Book 3) by Jessica Gray Page A

nipple from his mouth and slightly puffed air on it, Charlene hissed with delight. She dug her fingers into his back, while still holding herself up on his waist with her legs.
    Jesus, that woman was strong. And sexy. He could hear her panting when he squeezed her breasts together and took both of her nipples into his mouth. In response she pressed her wet and hot core against his erection.
    There was no time to wait. Evan desperately moved them towards the bed and leaned over to grab a condom from the night table, that she helped him to put on, without removing her legs from his waist. She was a complete turn on. And he was way past thinking, the carnal lust of a wild animal pulsed through his veins and his single focus was to take her. Now.
    He quickly slid into her in one powerful move. Jesus, she feels awesome . She was tight and wet and met each of his forceful thrusts with a movement of her hips. He thrust hard and deep into her, the way she had demanded. Just when he feared, he might be going to rough on her, she screamed out, "Now. Harder."
    And with the next thrust her muscles clamped violently around him, taking him over the edge together with her. She continued to shake in his arms for minutes, until she relaxed with the most wonderful satisfied smile on her face.
    He'd give anything just to see that smile every day. His chest filled with emotions while he carefully stroked her hair and she murmured "Evan" into his ear. His name had never sounded sweeter than right now.
    He slowly sat her down on the bed and said. “You sure like it rough, darling."
    She blushed with the cutest sexy blush and tried to look away, but he caught her chin and turned her face back so she had to look into his eyes. She squirmed when she admitted, "I don't usually, but the instant I saw you bare-chested at the door with that sexy tattoo of yours, my body heated up like a volcano and all I needed was you."
    Those words prompted a hot trail of love and passion all the way down into his heart. He basked in the thoughts of their lovemaking. It had been so different than anything he’d experienced before. It had not been solely a physical pleasure. No! It had most definitely involved his heart and soul as well. I love her! I'd do everything to make that woman happy. Anything. Just like Dean told me.
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    Charlene smiled like a fool. Best. Sex. Ever. She’d been lusting after Evan for days and he hadn’t disappointed her. Her over stimulated nipples continued to burn and reheat the fire in her still pulsating core. She couldn't get enough of him. Not even after this mind-numbing, toe-curling orgasm.
    She hadn’t known she liked it rough. Actually she'd never done it before. Her sex life up to now had been rather uneventful. Average. Boring.
    What just had happened with Evan was overwhelming. Raw passion. Exuberant emotions. Pure lust. But not just that, she’d felt a connection deep down. And when she looked into his sky-blue eyes now, something had changed. His look was deep and loving. Love? Could it be love? Don't be ridiculous; we've known each other for less than a week.
    Evan’s sensual voice broke through her lust fogged brain and finally registered in her mind, "So why did you come here? I suppose it wasn't just breathtaking sex on your mind?"
    She elbowed him and then giggled when he pretended to be truly hurt. Suddenly, she became aware of her nakedness. But she didn't mind. Not with him. She drew his arms around her and said, "Actually, I did have a reason for coming here, breathtaking sex with a sex god was just an unexpected bonus."
    She watched as his eyes widened with joy and pride and she could have kissed him for that. It was so sweet.
    He asked, "You think I'm a sex god, Wonder Woman?"
    Charlene licked her upper lip and her fingertips grazed the muscles just above his waist while saying, "You certainly are. Evan Sex God Armstrong.”
    When her finger moved further down, she heard him groan. His muscles flexed beneath