Free One Hot Summer Anthology by Stephanie Morris

and tasted her breasts, gently suckling the tips.
    She melted beneath his lips, the molten fire once more gathering in white-hot force between her legs. “Yes,” she told him, already breathless. His long hair brushed over her hardened nipples. She wanted him so badly she would have shaved her head if he’d asked.
    He moved on, his tongue whirling and licking as his mouth journeyed downwards. Pausing at her navel, he dipped into the shallow divot with a rhythm that caused her hips to undulate restlessly beneath him. When his lips shifted farther down to the triangle of hair between her legs, she stiffened in a mixture of pleasure and shock.
    “What—what are you doing?”
    His darkened gaze, lifted to meet hers. “Making love to you.” The heat of his breath blew against her.
    “But—no. I can’t.” She squirmed under his foraging mouth and he clamped her hips and buttocks under him.
    “You can. Let me love you.” His tongue worried the nub of her desire before delving inside her. Her heels dug into the bed, her hands clutching the bedspread. Then she was lost. She cried out as pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her body in pure sensation. When the last few spasms faded away, he withdrew, planting a kiss on her moist nest one last time.
    “Look at me,” he ordered, sounding so rough and strained she obeyed without question. His eyes were dark and fierce, reminding her of the image she had seen transposed on his face.
    “Spread your legs wider and bend your knees,” he told her. A flurry of alarm mixed with excitement rushed through her. She bent her knees, allowing her legs to go slack, while he found protection. He ran his hands along the underside of her calves and up the inside of her thighs.
    “You’re so beautiful. So soft.” His hands gripped her hips on either side and he ground his erection against her still sensitive sex.
    “I’m going to bury myself deep inside of you. Until you feel nothing but me.”
    Dark flames of desire shot back through her. “Yes,” she breathed.
    Gently, his fingers stretched apart her folds, the tip of his manhood pressing into her. His face was taut with desire, but no longer held the strange savage quality. “Tilt your hips. Like that.” He slowly sank into her body until he completely filled her. “Oh, God, you’re perfect, so hot and wet.”
    She wrapped her arms around him, moving her hands down his back until they settled on the firm muscles of his buttocks. The muscles clenched and unclenched under her palms as he slipped in and out of her again and again.
    Should she tell him he’d gotten what he wanted? That all she could feel was him inside her? Dear Lord, she felt him. So big, so hard within her. Every thrust, every short, teasing stab. Nothing else mattered but reaching the top again and, this time, tumbling over together.
    He kissed her and she tasted herself on him, the musky scent of sex filling her nostrils. With a sobbing moan, she felt the tremors start and tried to put them off, wanting it to last longer.
    “Come with me, Imani.” he rasped in her ear. “Come with me.”
    “No, oh—” Her hands flailed against him. Pushing him away, pulling him to her.
    “Yes.” He reached down between them, stroking her swollen nub with his thumb as he plunged deep inside her. Her hips bucked wildly, matching him thrust for thrust. Then he stiffened and cried out, letting her contracting muscles milk him.
    Exhausted, Imani slumped back into the bed. Her eyes closed and she felt Carson pull the comforter over them. She cuddled into his warmth and immediately descended into sleep. And dreamed.
    Very sweet dreams.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Imani reached out for Carson as she rolled over in bed. Empty. Then she heard the music. Norah Jones. What was that about? A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. She wrapped herself in a robe left at the foot of the bed and wandered to the living room. She’d made her