Free Bayou Bad Boys by Nancy Warren Page B

lips. Talk about ruining the mood!
    His fingers tightened. “I don’t ever want to hear anyone put you down.” He pressed her against him, hard. The bulge straining against the faded denim had the metal buttons pressing into her stomach. “Not even you, chère. ” He thrust his hand between them, breaching the white stretch lace of her panties to tangle in the moist curls. “I wanted to take things slow. But I’m afraid this first time’s going to be a hard, fast fuck.” His free hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back. “So if that’s not what you want . . .”
    She was burning from the inside out. If he didn’t take her soon, Emma feared she’d self-combust. “Oh, God, yes.”

Nine
    Gabe’s mouth took hers in a hard, claiming kiss, his tongue sweeping deep, mating with hers as he lifted her off her feet and carried her into the adjoining bedroom. The sweet-smelling mattress, stuffed with Spanish moss and herbs, gave way as they tumbled onto it, mouths fused, arms and legs entwined.
    His mouth left hers to blaze a path down her throat, her breasts, her torso, with hot, openmouthed kisses that scorched her skin and made her blood flame.
    Outside the cabin, the rain beat a strong, steady percussion on the tin roof. Inside, a storm swirled.
    The last of Emma’s clothes, and all of Gabe’s, were ripped away, as if by gale-force winds. He proved to be a ruthless lover, forceful, demanding. His teeth scraped against her inner thighs, drawing a ragged moan from deep in her throat. He brushed a thumb over her swollen clit, then parted the wet pink folds of her ultrasensitive labia, spreading the moisture, exciting her, preparing her.
    There was thunder. Emma could hear it in her heart, which was pounding so hard and so loud she was certain he must be able to hear it. There was lightning, blindingly bright, but she couldn’t tell whether it was outside the cabin or inside her mind.
    Another tempest, more dangerous than the one conjured up by Mother Nature, swirled in the dark eyes that were watching her face intently as he slid first one finger, then another, deep inside her.
    And when his hands dug into her hips, and he lifted her to his mouth to feast, the already all-consuming storm intensified.
    Around Emma.
    Inside her.
    She writhed beneath him, her wet hair whipping across the bed as her head thrashed back and forth.
    â€œMore.” The ragged word was half plea, half demand as she ground her mound against his ravenous mouth. “Please. I need . . . I want . . .”
    Before her passion-hazed mind could fully form the coherent plea, Gabe’s fiendishly talented tongue took one last, long, lascivious swath. She screamed his name, a full-throated scream of release that echoed out over the bayou.
    Her tremors had not yet subsided when Gabe yanked open the condom he’d taken earlier from his jeans pocket. On some distant level, as he rolled the latex over his straining penis to the crisp dark hair at the broad base, Emma was grateful that one of them had thought of protection.
    Taking hold of her ankles, he spread her legs wider, exposing her more fully. He was poised over her like a sleek jungle cat, every muscle taut, his dark flesh gleaming with a sheen of sweat, his sheathed erection jutting out with primal intensity.
    He lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders.
    Emma had never felt more exposed. Nor more aroused.
    â€œDo you have any idea what I want from you?”
    â€œNo.” She could barely hear her whispered answer over the hammering of rain on the roof and the pounding of blood in her ears.
    His smile was swift. Carnal.
    â€œEverything.”
    Gabe plunged into her with one strong swift stroke, slamming up against her cervix with a strength that ripped a hoarse cry from her ravished lips.
    â€œDamn.” He sucked in a deep, shuddering breath she could feel inside her. The muscles in his arms stood