Free Bite This! by Tasha Black Page B

plenty.
    He turned to her, ready to offer her the moon.
    She was already studying him, her dark eyes so serious.
    Before he could say a word, her mouth was on his.
    She was warm in his arms and she tasted like expensive scotch and toasted marshmallows.
    He forgot what he wanted to say, forgot his own name.
    There was nothing to say - no past, no future.
    There was only the soft warmth of the woman in his arms, the sweet taste of her mouth, the scent of the woods in her hair, the pounding heat of his own need as he fought his instinct to hold her too tightly, move too quickly.
    This wasn’t just any woman. This was Darcy, his Darcy.
    She sighed and then flowed into his arms, snaking one leg over his and then sliding onto his lap. Her fingers laced in his hair, her teeth tugged his lower lip. Every part of her seemed to be in motion, possessing him. Except her hips, which were cruelly still in the storm of her movement, leaving his cock aching for friction.
    Finn was a big guy. He was used to being cautious with women until he was very sure what they wanted. The mere size of him implied force, even when none was intended.
    Slowly, so slowly, he brought his hands down on her hips as he stroked her tongue with his.
    She seemed to melt into him.
    He slid his hands backward to cup her ass. God, he had fantasized about this so many times. She was so round, so full, so warm.
    She whimpered into his mouth and he answered by thrusting his own hips against her.
    When she pressed herself against him, he saw stars with the pleasure.
    She whimpered again and he thought he would lose his mind. She needed him, needed to be taken, to be sated. He had to help her.
    But there was too much between them.
    With a growl, he flipped them over.
    She lay on her back beneath him, looking up at him, her eyes luminous.
    “Darcy,” he whispered, wanting to tell her what she meant to him, wanting to promise he would never desert her.
    But she reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts to his chest, and again he couldn’t speak.
    He ran his hand down her side in long slow strokes, begging himself mentally to slow down and do this properly. He stroked her lips with his own lightly, chastely.
    She stilled under his touch, as if wondering what he would do next.
    He allowed his thumb to wrap around her breast, caressing her nipple on the next long stroke.
    She sighed, and he kissed his way down to the place where her shoulder met her neck.
    Here was the hollow where tendrils of her soft hair, escaping from her bun, would stretch down to caress during long nights at the casino. This was one tender cave of her body he had always longed to explore.
    He nuzzled the fragrant warmth and then nipped gently.
    She giggled and squirmed.
    “That’s tickly,” she whispered.
    “Too bad,” he told her. “I’m staying right here, I like it here. I’ll never stop.”
    He did stop though, but it was only to move lower.
    He nuzzled her breasts through her t-shirt. Exhaling deliberately to add the sensation of heat to the teasing movements.
    She arched her back for more contact and he rewarded her with more attention.
    When he slowly pushed up the t-shirt, she didn’t try to stop him. He pushed it up over her head, reveling in the sight of her when he was finished.
    She wore a delicate bra that seemed barely able to contain her glorious breasts. He wished it weren’t so dark, he wanted to see the minutiae: the tint of her skin, the flutter of her lashes, each detail was precious to him, worthy of being savored and remembered forever.

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    T he planks of the deck were cool beneath Darcy’s back, accentuating the heat of Finn’s body, pressed against hers.
    He was staring down at her in obvious wonder and her heart surged because his expression told her clearly that - whatever society might think of her build- what this man was looking at was precisely what he had dreamed of.
    Darcy had never been one to believe in fate. You made your