Free Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jan Springer Page B

stroked his length, he growled with an animalistic sound that snapped through her like a live wire. She loved that sound. It was familiar and made her blood run hot through her veins. Without warning, he broke the kiss, and they both breathed against each other’s mouths, gasping for air.
    “Give me a minute,” he said, and he moved slightly away from her, giving her enough space to catch a glimpse of his engorged cock.
    She shuddered as an exquisite rush of anticipation raced through her. Okay, he was very big. Bigger than she remembered.
    He moved fast, producing a packet of condoms, seemingly from nowhere, but most likely from his jeans’ back pocket. The man was prepared. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted her.
    She whimpered as he ripped the tip off the packet, then placed the condom on the nearby coffee table beside her rifle Then he turned to her, his dark brown eyes flaring with arousal as he stared at her.
    “Why don’t we get rid of that blanket, sweetness?”
    His breathing sounded harsh, and she moaned softly as he reached up and found the edges of the blanket that she’d been clutching. Tugging it gently, she let go, and he spread open the edges. His gaze widened in surprise when he noticed she wore nothing beneath. She preferred to sleep in the nude, and since they were in a warm house, she’d opted to just that tonight. Besides, her underclothes, which she’d freshly washed earlier after the men had gone out, were hanging up to dry in the corner of the living room on a rope she’d strewn.
    “Had I known you were in here naked on the couch all this time with me just sitting outside on the other side of this door…” His voice sounded strangled and thick with emotion.
    Heat simmered inside her as he reached out and cupped her breasts. He held them gently in his palms, testing their weight.
    “So long I’ve been wanting to do this, baby. Way too long. We haven’t touched another woman since you, Eve.”
    “No one?” Gosh, that was so surprising. She’d convinced herself they’d been with pleasure girls. Had thought they would have a favorite by now.
    He shook his head, frowning. Arousal flooded her as he rubbed her nipples tenderly with roughened thumbs. The friction wasn’t nearly enough for her, and she wanted more.
    “Harder,” she whispered.
    He grinned. “Still the same, aren’t you, Eve?”
    She wanted to ask him what he meant by that remark, because she didn’t know, but suddenly his head lowered, and her breathing grew rapid and raspy. All she could do was helplessly clutch her hands into the blanket that had puddled around her waist.
    Her breath hitched as she watched his full lips part, and she gasped at the intensity of incredible, firm heat as he sucked her left nipple into his hot mouth. With his tongue, he laved the tip with such an intense pressure she could feel the spirals of electric awakening zipping a straight line deep into her vagina.
    She gasped, thrust her hands up, and held his solid shoulders to steady herself.
    He popped her nipple free and grinned up at her.
    “You like?”
    She could barely nod.
    “Good, then I haven’t lost my touch.” He dipped his head to her other nipple, sucking it in between his lips. This time he bit, his teeth sharp and so demanding, she couldn’t help but cry out as pain splashed into her swirling senses. The pain quickly turned to something else, something dreamy and quite erotic, but then before she could explore this exquisite sensation, to her disappointment, he backed off and seemed content to suckle.
    She liked watching him at her breast. His bald head glowed in the flashes of flame light from the fire, and his eyes were scrunched tight. She felt his muscles flex beneath her fingers and moaned as a hand slipped between her thighs. She widened her legs as best as she could and whimpered when his finger dipped inside her sopping vagina. He collected her juices and then slid his lubed finger over her clit, stroking her