Free Invitation to Seduction: Open Invitation, Book 1 by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully

heaven, right?” His fingers running through her hair, massaging her head, he held her close. “That was so fucking incredible.”
    She ran her tongue from base to tip, then let him fall from her lips. She tipped back to meet his gaze. “You taste good.”
    He rubbed his thumb across her lips. “Let me taste, too.”
    “You want to kiss me?” Her heart tattooed in her chest. Even way back when, that had been taboo with her husband.
    “What you just did was so damn beautiful, I wanna share.”
    Tugging his jeans up with one hand, he pulled her to her feet with the other, then held her arm as her legs wobbled. She brushed the dirt from her knees.
    “Don’t you want to kiss me?” He held her still, only inches away, his gaze roaming her face.
    “More than anything.” She licked the seam of his lips and knew he could taste himself even with that small swipe.
    “I want,” he whispered, “more.” He ran a hand up her arm, then cupped her nape. The glitter in his eyes was need.
    She knew the feeling so well, the pulse-pounding, gut-wrenching need to touch and be touched, to have and to hold, to share every facet of lovemaking, the very essence and flavor of it. “I think I’ll die if I don’t have more of you.”
    His groan vibrated up from deep inside as he took her mouth. With lips, tongue, teeth, he tasted and claimed her depths.
    Finally, his breath harsh, he gathered her to him, leaned back against the car, and held on tight. Hard again, his cock nudged her stomach through the opening of his jeans. “You don’t know how good that is, watching you take me with your mouth, then tasting what you tasted.”
    “Was that making love, Stephen?”
    “God, yes. Can’t you tell?”
    She stuck her hands up the back of his shirt. “I thought...” She held her breath, squeezed her eyes shut. “I thought maybe it was just fucking.”
    He rocked her. “Call it whatever you want. Fucking, screwing, making love. The name doesn’t matter. It’s the feeling inside that defines it.”
    The feeling had been beautiful: passion and heat, seduction and desire. She hadn’t had that in so long. “I want you inside me, Stephen.”
    His arms tightened, and he lifted her off the ground for a moment. Setting her down again, he exhaled, a long pent-up sigh. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”
    A day, a week, two weeks? It seemed like a lifetime to her, too. “Now. In the backseat.”
     
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    Stephen pulled back, held her head in his hands, and rubbed the tip of Debbie’s nose with his. “No. I want you out there by the lake. In the moonlight.”
    He wouldn’t let her climb into the backseat. Debbie wasn’t a backseat kind of woman. He wanted her by the water’s edge, under the stars, with the scent of freshly cut grass around them.
    He’d beg her to say his name over and over. He wasn’t an email address. Or someone who believed in her work. He was the man she chose as her lover, even if she didn’t know it.
    His belt still unbuckled and his pants unzipped, warm air stroked the tip of his cock. He took her hand, walking slowly, wary of her heels sinking into the earth.
    “What if someone sees us?”
    She’d given him one hell of a blow job against the side of the car. Someone could have seen that, too. Yet he knew what she meant. She hadn’t been the one exposed. “Don’t worry. I come here by myself a lot late at night. No one’s ever around.”
    “Why do you come here alone?”
    To think. About her. About what he wanted in his life. And what he could actually have. “Just thinking.”
    They stopped a few feet from the water, where the grass would be dry except for the dew. She stared at the opposite shore, and he was almost sure she was debating whether to ask more questions.
    In the end, she didn’t ask anything. He ached with her choice, though at least he wouldn’t have to lie. He sat, pulled her down, then flopped onto his back to gaze at the stars.
    She