Taking Charge (Lone Star Burn #4)(57)

They rolled onto the floor together beside the towel. His mouth was hungry for hers, then for the rest of her. She couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands ran over every inch of him, loving how he moaned from the pleasure of her touch.

Whatever else was wrong with her life, this was right. Being with David was something she’d never regret. He kissed his way down her neck, spent his time adoring and teasing each of her breasts, then moved lower.

He kissed her stomach while running his hands up and down her, wanting more and more of her. She knew exactly how he felt.

She parted her legs eagerly for him and cried out his name when he dove in and did what he’d learned she liked the most. This wasn’t a man experimenting with what he hoped his woman liked, this was a man who knew exactly how to send his partner out of control. He used his tongue, his teeth, those incredible fingers of his, until she was just about to climax.

Then the bastard stopped.

He lifted his head and smiled. She wanted to kick him, but she didn’t. She dug her hands into his hair and pleaded silently for him to finish.

He sat up and reached for the machine. While she considered all the ways she could kill him, he lubed it up, then growled, “Get on it, Lucy. We don’t have to turn it on, but I want to see you on it.”

Lucy shook her head to clear some of the sexual daze she was in. Part of her wanted to refuse, but she was also already so revved up that the thought of plunging something inside her was tempting. Knowing she would do it while he watched was suddenly such a turn-on that she almost came from the thought alone.

She moved to stand above the machine, and at first thought she would squat down and take it inside her, but it was low enough so that wasn’t comfortable. She went down on her knees and hovered above it for a moment.

David dug his hand into her hair and kissed her deeply. His tongue plundered, and Lucy forgot all about everything but him. Easing herself down onto the mechanical shaft was like taking him inside her. It felt good.

David kissed his way to her neck again and whispered, “Should I turn it on?” He ran one hand down the front of her and caressed her clit while he waited for her answer.

“Oh yes,” she breathed.

He started with the vibration of just the dildo. Combined with his intimate touch, it was so good, she threw her head back and cried out for him to keep going.

The shaft inside her began to turn and caress her in a way that sent her spiraling back toward an orgasm. David continued to kiss her body while moving his fingers back and forth over her clit.

Lucy was nearly out of her mind. David stood, then gruffly ordered, “Take me in your mouth. I want to come when you do.”

She grasped his excited cock and brought him deeply into her mouth. The shaft inside her started to move up and down. Lucy did the same with her mouth on David. Having David in her mouth while feeling as if he were always plunging upward into her sex was excruciatingly exciting. Lucy came before David did, but she kept loving him with her tongue. The machine beneath her was relentless. It didn’t care that she’d already come. It kept twirling and thrusting up into her, just as David’s cock thrust deeper into her mouth.

“I’m going to come,” he said, giving her time to withdraw if she wanted.

She took him deeper, took the shaft inside her deeper, and came for a second time while he exploded in her mouth. He stepped back and reached for the remote, hitting the big button. Then he offered his hand to Lucy and helped her to her feet.

She was shaken and could barely stand. He picked her up, carried her to the bed, and slid beneath the sheets with her.

“That was amazing,” she said, then kissed his shoulder. Understatement. Of. The. Year. If I review that one, sales will skyrocket. Holy. Shit.

David nuzzled her neck. “You can say that again.”

She smiled. “You didn’t try the hopper.”

He murmured, “Didn’t want to push my luck, but we can next time.”

Lucy glanced at the machine, then back at David. “I conquered that little f*cker.”

David threw back his head and laughed. “You sure did, honey. You sure did.”





Chapter Eighteen


The next morning, Lucy was pushing a cart up and down the aisles of the grocery store, absently placing items in the basket. She couldn’t stop smiling and had gotten a few strange looks from the locals, but she didn’t care. Every time she thought about David and how good he was to her, she felt like she was floating on a cloud of happiness.

It wasn’t that she didn’t miss her brother, that she didn’t still mourn her parents, but the weight of all that was no longer crushing her. She could breathe again. If she didn’t think someone would call the police to cart her away, she would have thrown her arms up in the air and done a happy spin right there in the bakery department.

She picked up an individually wrapped special-occasion cupcake, one with a decadent mound of frosting on it. She imagined how she would hand it to David that night.

He’d ask her what the special occasion was, and she’d say, “Tonight is the night I want to smear frosting all over you and slowly lick it off.” She shuddered as her body warmed and clenched in sexual anticipation.

“Lucy, are you all right?” a woman asked in a concerned voice that implied she might have tried and failed to get Lucy’s attention already.