Free Rockies Retreat: Destination: Desire, Book 5 by Crystal Jordan Page A

squirmed, but still pushed closer and let him do whatever he wanted. As taboo as this was, it revved her up even more.
    “I think we can get rid of these, don’t you?” He eased her underwear down to her ankles. “Step out of them.”
    She did as he bid, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. “I want you naked too.”
    “Mmm. In a minute. You have the sweetest ass I have ever seen.” He swatted one cheek, just hard enough to send tingles skipping down her skin. “Too much pain?”
    She gasped, shaking her head. “No.”
    By stroking his fingertips over that same patch of sensitized flesh, he intensified the feeling, and she quivered. Then he knelt to bite and kiss the other cheek. A sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a moan escaped her. If anything, she grew wetter, needier, greedier for him. She wanted him inside her, plunging deep, making her scream with satisfaction. God, yes. That was exactly what she craved.
    “Neil…”
    Something about her tone must have alerted him that she was done waiting, because he rose and urged her backward onto the sofa. He stripped his boxer briefs off and settled on top of her. The weight of him pressing her down was perfect, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
    “Now. Please. Hurry.” God, was that her voice begging?
    “Fuck,” he groaned and wrenched himself away from her, rising to his feet.
    “What?” He was stopping? Now? She’d kill him.
    “Condom.” He stared down at her for a moment, and then bent to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her body bowed, pushing closer to him, but he pulled back. “Don’t move. Stay just like that.”
    She sat up when he came back carrying a handful of rubbers. He dropped all but one on the coffee table and settled beside her to quickly sheath himself. She barely waited for him to be done before she straddled him. Now, now, now. That was all she could think, her body ruling the moment.
    He held himself steady for her, and she felt the probe of his thick cock. She braced her hands on his broad shoulders, dragging in a steadying breath as she began to sink down on him. The bulbous crest stretched her, and she rocked her hips into him. Up, down, up, down. With each pass, she took more of him. He filled her to the limit, the fit exquisite.
    “Laurel.” Her name on his lips was both a curse and a prayer, and a rush of power hit her.
    She grinned. “Yes?”
    “I…I need…fuck…” His hands bracketed her hips, his grip tight as she began to move on him.
    The skin stretched taut over his sharp cheekbones, and his midnight blue gaze was a little wild. He pulled her tighter to him on every downward plunge, as if he couldn’t get close enough or deep enough. The rough hair at his groin stimulated her clit as she ground herself against him. God, it felt good. Amazing. She wanted to hold out, to make it last longer, but didn’t think she could. Her body demanded gratification, and all she could do was ride out the carnal storm.
    Sweat slipped down their skin, their gasps and groans echoing in the cabin. She dug her nails into his shoulders, pushing herself to greater speeds. She was so close, so very close to that wicked edge. “Please…please…”
    “Come for me.” He smacked her ass again, sending a shockwave of pleasure-pain through her. Her head fell back and she sobbed out her ecstasy, her inner muscles fisting in rhythmic pulses around his thick cock.
    The sound he made was like a human volcano erupting, as if all restraints had ripped free. With startling speed, he tumbled her onto the couch, shoved deeper inside her than he’d been before, and began to ride her hard. This was no slow taking, but a swift, rough possession.
    And she loved it.
    Passion rebuilt, higher and higher. She cinched her legs tight around his hips, lifting into his thrusts. Their skin slapped together, the sound loud and obscene and erotic.
    A muscle ticked in his cheek. “I can’t wait.”
    He reached between them and thumbed her