Free Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Claire Adele

revenge could harm innocent people. What if they’d noticed Juan’s car at Cindy’s place? He prayed they hadn’t.
    Juan needed to see Cindy. He’d call her in the morning and make plans with her for tomorrow evening.

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    Juan felt an acute urgency tonight to make love to Cindy. He had no clue why he felt this way. The need to make her his had gripped him since she’d met him at the door this evening. All the way through dinner, he’d wanted to strip her naked and eat her pussy. He had a feeling she’d noticed his mood, desperate as he was. She’d given him a few questioning glances while they’d had dinner. He’d hate to scare her away. There was no other place he’d rather be than right here with her beside him.
    “I’ll just put these dishes in the dishwasher.”
    “I’ll help,” he said. Wanting her by his side, he followed her into the kitchen. When she placed the dishes on the counter, he caught her waist and kissed her nape. “I can hardly wait to come inside you. You’ve been making me crazy hungry all during dinner. Take off your clothes.”
    “Juan! I…need to turn on the dishwasher.”
    “Fine,” he growled. “Turn it on.”
    She added the soap, closed the door, and turned the dial. The machine started filling with hot water.
    “Now, let’s get these clothes off you.” He spun her to face him and began unbuttoning her top.
    She helped, and together they removed her blouse. He unfastened her bra and slipped it down her arms, lifted her up with his hands at her waist, and set her on the counter over the dishwasher.
    Before she could protest, he cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs over her nipples. “You’re so lovely,” he said softly.
    He took one puckered nipple in his mouth and sucked and licked until she gasped, squirmed, and gave sharp little moans. He cupped her breasts again in his hands and kneaded and squeezed while he captured her mouth with his and plundered the inside, stroking every surface with his tongue.
    Little wisps of damp heat floated between them from the dishwasher. His hands moved lower and stroked her thighs. He grasped her knees and spread them wide. Cradling her hips, he pulled her tight against him. His cock strained against his clothing and pressed against her aching clit covered by her slacks.
    The dishwasher switched gears, and the vibration charged straight to Cynthia’s opening. “I’ve never done this before, Juan.”
    “Doesn’t matter where we are. I want you.” He covered her mouth with his and plundered every surface, hugged her close to his turquoise cotton shirt, and teased her nipples. His hands smoothed over her breasts, down her ribs, and beneath her waistband. Her slacks opened, and his hands slipped beneath her panties. His long fingers touched her dampened clit and circled the swollen bud.
    She wanted more and arched her back.
    Sliding his fingers around to her cheeks, he eased her panties and slacks down. “Hold onto me,” he said, his voice a rough rasp.
    She wrapped her arms around his strong neck and held on. He lifted her against his solid torso with one arm wrapped around her and pushed her slacks and panties down her thighs. Lowering her bare bottom to the warm, vibrating countertop, he released her and pulled her clothing down and off over her feet. His hands smoothed up her calves and, grasping her knees, he parted her thighs wide again. This time she was naked.
    “ Dios , your pussy is so beautiful, querida .”
    Breathless and a little self-conscious, her swollen labia wet and aching, she smiled at him. “What do you have in mind?”
    “You’ll find out soon enough,” he teased. “How does it feel to sit on the counter?” He slipped the fingers of one capable hand through her slick folds and beneath her wet opening against the vibrating counter. A smile curved one side of his mouth upward. “You like that?”
    “Yes,” she said, her voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
    “How about we continue