Free Predator (Copper Mesa Eagles Book 1) by Roxie Noir, Amelie Hunt Page B

his teeth around her nipple and biting, just barely.
    Jules’s back arched. By now she was on the attic’s cool wooden floor, Seth on top of her as he licked and sucked at her nipples. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hips. The feel of his bulk between her legs, even if she was still clothed, made her a little dizzy with anticipation.
    What the hell is happening? She thought. This is so fast.
    Is it? Part of her whispered back. I’m pretty sure you wanted to do this yesterday, the first time he kissed you.
    She tugged his shirt over his head and Seth got up on his knees, tossing it to the side, and hesitated for a moment.
    Jules thought he might have the most perfect body she’d ever seen, and for a moment she was totally speechless. The only thought in her mind was I want .
    Then he reached for the waistband of her jeansand pulled her even closer to him, and Jules squealed, just a little.
    “Shh,” Seth said with a grin.
    Then he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, tugging them down to her hiking boots along with her underwear.
    “Shit,” Jules said, laughing at her pants stuck against her boots, the rest of her totally naked.
    “I was almost so smooth, too,” said Seth, as he yanked at the laces of her boots. Moments later, they were off, thumping against the floor as he tossed them, her pants following in a heap, and before Jules could blink his lips were on her belly, then her belly button, then the inside of her upper thigh, his hands pushing her legs apart, her knees over his shoulders.
    “You don’t have to—” she started to say, and then Seth’s tongue slid along her with an intensity that made her gasp and shudder, her back arching again.
    She could swear she felt him grin, but then his tongue began making slow circles around her, teasing at her lips and channel, then flattening against her nub.
    It took all of Jules’s self control not to grab Seth’s hair as he licked at her, each stroke of his tongue driving her higher and higher, her body responding to him like she’d never felt it respond to anything before.
    “Seth,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, about to pass that point of no return.
    He didn’t respond, but circled her clit with his tongue, making Jules claw her hands along the wooden floorboards.
    “I’m close,” she gasped. “I’m gonna finish if you don’t stop.”
    He flattened his tongue again and then swiped it across her, pressing hard against the small, sensitive nub, then did it again and again until Jules finally felt like she’d reached the edge and she was falling over it, no longer in control of her own body as the pleasure swelled throughout her, exploding as her fingers and toes curled against Seth.
    Jules lay on the floor, gasping for air, waiting for the world to feel like it wasn’t tilting anymore, and then she looked down to see Seth resting his head on her belly, grinning.
    “What?” she asked.
    “That was so sexy,” he said.
    Then he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her upright, so she was sitting on the horse blanket again. Without pausing, she kissed him again, hard, tasting herself on his lips just a little, and then reached for the button and zipper on his pants, yanking them open ferociously and reaching inside, bringing out his long, thick erection and sliding her hand from root to tip.
    Seth sucked in his breath, closing his eyes. He put his hand on hers, and Jules bit her lip, feeling the fire inside herself rekindle.
    Then Seth kicked off his shoes, and Jules grabbed his jeans and pulled them, tossing them across the attic and straddling him with her knees, his shaft between them as she moved in, pressing their bodies together completely, Seth sitting up against the huge, heavy trunk. His hands moved over her deftly, surprisingly gentle for being so rough and calloused.
    Jules rocked against him, listening to the gasps and grunts that Seth made.
    “I want you,” he