Free One Hot Summer Anthology by Stephanie Morris Page B

dreams.
                  She wanted him. Now.
    Imani tried to undo the metal clasp of his pants, her trembling fingers struggling with the unyielding material. He kept their mouths joined together while his hands shifted and released the fastener for her. She unzipped his fly, feeling the sound of pleasure he uttered against her lips when she dipped her hands inside. Stroking his velvet heat, she was glad he’d decided to forgo putting his underwear back on. He strained against her hand and her fingers curled around him, easily sliding up and down as she slicked the length of him with the drops of his own desire.
    He took a step toward the bed, but she stopped him. The urgent need to have him inside her, right then, consumed her. “Now. Please. I want you inside me now.”
    She sank down to the floor, pulling him with her so frantically he stumbled a bit before righting himself and bracing his arms on either side of her. A soft, cool breeze blew over them through the open windows as her desperate hands shoved his pants down below his buttocks. It didn’t take him long as he made the frantic motions to protect them.
    As he came up over her, she flexed her hips against him. She clasped her palms on his lower back, tugging him to her. The burning throb between her legs intensified as he easily glided into her moist flesh.
    It was almost more than she could bear. The need she felt for Carson was almost overwhelming. Then he began to make love to her. The smell, the touch, the taste of them blended and circulated through her senses until their differences blurred into obscurity. She cried out his name, feeling him stiffen and hesitate a moment before pulling back and sinking into her once more.
    His hand slid up to caress her breast, lightly pinching the erect tip as he began a slow, rhythmic thrusting. When she tried to increase the pace, he held her hips. “Easy, now. I’ll bring you there. Just let it happen.”
    Her nails lightly raked across his shoulders and he shuddered against her. “Please,” she begged him, her breath coming in gasps. “I can’t stand it. I can’t…”
    “You can,” his husky voice told her. “Because I won’t stop.” He drove into her again, filling her to the hilt. “Not until you come for me.”
    Her back arched off the floor as she climaxed, seized by rapture so great her breath caught in her throat and her lips parted in a silent cry. His hands left her hips to cup her buttocks, tilting them and plunging deeper into her heat as he groaned with his own release. The spasms of pleasure seemed to go on forever and yet, not long enough.
    He whispered something unintelligible, nibbling at her ear. She didn’t have the strength left to ask him what he’d said.
    Her hands slid down from around his back to spread along the rigid muscles of his chest, her lips burrowing into the hard chords of his neck. A sense of well-being settled over her as she lay in his arms, her heartbeat returning to normal. It was right to be here with him. Because—
    Because she had started to develop feelings for him.
    She had feelings him.
    Her breath caught in her throat as she realized it was true. She’d been tossed irrevocably, inconceivably into a storm of emotions with a man she hardly knew. And why? Because he saw her unruly dark hair as shining silk? Because he could bring her to orgasm in a way no other had? A banners flying, rockets shooting, I-could-die-right-now-because-I’ve-experienced-an-epiphany kind of climax. With Carson it wasn’t just a pleasurable melding of bodies. It was something more, something she couldn’t even put into words if someone were to ask her. As if her love for him had always been there, dormant inside her and waiting to be released the moment he entered her life. That was what was so frightening. She’d never felt this way about anyone. Carson held the power to wound her down to the very depths of her soul. That scared her more than anything else.
     
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