Free Emerald Green by Desiree Holt Page B

body heated even more.
     
    “Where are we going?” She tried to divert her mind.
     
    “It’s a surprise. Do you like surprises?”
     
    “I-I think so. Although the last one I had was not too pleasant.”
     
    “Well.” He grinned. “We’ll have to see what we can do about changing that.”
     
     
     
    He hoped she did, because he had plenty in store for her. From the minute he’d seen her in the store he knew he had to have her. The creamy skin that begged to be tasted, the high breasts and flaring hips that promised a sensual feast. How he wanted to lie down between those hips and explore every inch of her body.
     
    He wasn’t given to impulses like this. Not that there weren’t plenty of women in his life. Sometimes he thought there were too many. But none like this one—sexy and fresh at the same time, with no artifice about her. And God, those eyes. Such flashing green fire. How could he not have bought the little pendant? It was perfect for her.
     
    He had no business playing today, not with the project looming over him. But he’d worked hard for days and decided he needed to give himself a break. How fortunate he’d picked today to do so.
     
    Her thigh was warm where he touched it, heat radiating through the fabric. And when he dared to reach between her legs and feel her cunt he was delighted to feel the moisture seeping through her slacks. Hot and wet. Just what he wanted.
     
    As they drove along the highway he had all he could do to keep from pulling onto the shoulder, tearing her clothes off and fucking her right there. Of all the women he’d known, none had ever made him so instantly hard or so incredibly aroused. Just touching her bare skin would make his mouth water.
     
    He wondered what her pussy tasted like—her juices that seemed to flow so easily. Strawberries, he guessed. Ripe red ones that burst when you bit into them. He wanted to suck it all down his throat, swallow it until it seeped into every inch of his body. He nearly drove off the road trying to imagine what her clit looked like and the inner flesh of her vagina. He righted the car quickly and forced his brain back on what he was doing.
     
    His cock was so hard and swollen it pressed uncomfortably against his jeans. What if he unzipped his pants and pulled it out right now? Would she be frightened? Turned off? Would she lean down if he asked her to and put those luscious lips around it and take it into the warm wetness of her mouth?
     
    Jesus! He needed to stop this. Right now, before he came all over himself like some out-of-control teenager.
     
    At least keep control of yourself until you get to where you’re going.
     
    “Where are we going?”
     
    Her voice cut into his thoughts and just in time.
     
    “Right here.”
     
    He pulled the car off onto an overlook at the edge of the cliffs. Below them the ocean pounded against a tiny scrap of beach.
     
    “Out here at the side of the road?” Her eyebrows flew up in astonishment.
     
    Connor grinned and pointed. “Down there. I come here a lot. It’s very private.”
     
    When she climbed out of the SUV she saw a set of wooden steps built against the face of the cliff. Weather had aged them but they looked sturdy enough.
     
    Connor pulled a thick blanket from the back of the truck and took her hand. “Hang on to me. It’s all right. They’re safe.”
     
    Suddenly he stopped and pulled her around to look at him. Without warning he bent his head to capture her mouth and it tasted every bit as good as he’d imagined. He licked at the seam of her lips and when she opened for him he swept inside. Sensation jolted him and he felt as if his entire body had been lit by a torch. He touched his tongue to every inch of the wet silk in her welcoming cavity, every contact sending licks of fire racing through him.
     
    At last he drew back, the killer smile teasing at his lips. “So, Meredith. Have you ever been fucked beside the ocean before?”
     
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