Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2)(122)

She shook her head. “You always do me right. I don’t need candles and violins right now. I just need you,” she said, tearing at the first buttons of his shirt. She unfastened them to just above his bellybutton, shoved open the plackets and pressed her face against his skin, inhaling him. Tasting him. She ran the edge of her teeth along his side and felt his skin roughen with the tip of her tongue.

“You’re always such a greedy little thing,” he growled. She heard the edge in his tone, the evidence of the savage in him that she loved. To show him how accurate he was, she bit at a dense, succulent pectoral muscle and slicked her tongue over a small dark brown nipple, making it stiffen. He groaned and sunk his fingers in her hair. His skin roughened beneath her lips and seeking fingers. Applying a slight pressure on her head, he moved her over his chest and ribs, down onto his ridged abdomen. She lost herself in the glory of him, kissing and licking and using her teeth until she’d hear that growl in his throat, the one that both told her how much he liked her caresses, and was a thrilling warning, too.

Their desire pulsated around them, encapsulating them in their own small world. She was unoffended and eager when he urged her lower, her fingers sinking beneath the waistband of his jeans. He steadied her as she sunk to her knees before him. Then she was jerking at his button fly, her excitement mounting at the sensation of his cock pressing against the denim. Unable to wait, she pressed her hand along the length of it. She moaned, made feverish at the feeling. She sunk her head and clamped the column of it between her upper and lower teeth and twisted her head slightly. He groaned and pressed her head to him tighter. His jeans protected him from the rough edge of her teeth. She stimulated him like that for a moment. He seemed to appreciate the sharp pressure, groaning roughly in pleasure. But like her, he was impatient. He lifted her head and hauled down his jeans and underwear.

Her mouth parted as she watched him fist his erection from below and stroke his rigid length. He looked so beautiful. She made a choked, desperate sound in her throat as his scent pervaded her nose. She craned for him.

“I know, baby,” he rasped, tightening his fingers in her hair into a gentle hold. “I missed you, too.” He stepped forward slightly. Sensing what he wanted, she kept her mouth parted while he pressed the smooth, warm tip of his cock around the circle of her lips. Then he caressed her cheek with it. She looked up at him as he stroked her, helpless in her desire. His nostrils flared slightly as he looked down at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

“So are you,” she whispered, turning her chin and licking the succulent head of his cock. She waggled her tongue. He let his hand drop. His firm, heavy erection bobbed in the air under the influence of her tongue. She looked up and met his stare while she played with him, licking just the head and making his cock twitch.

He made a rough sound in his throat, palmed his cock and her jaw at once.

“Always pushing it, aren’t you?” he asked thickly. He pushed his cock between her lips, stretching them to make way for his girth. Their gazes held as he slid onto her tongue and slowly filled her mouth. Made bold by the depth and expression of her feelings, she ducked her head forward and took him deep, recovering from the daring stroke as she sucked and pulled her mouth back on his length.

“Jesus,” he groaned when she did it again. “Alice—”

She was a woman on fire, her lust fueled by love. All she wanted to do was show him. Nothing could stop her, especially when she heard his incredulous groans and growls of approval. Sure, she’d made a breakthrough just now by talking honestly about her emotions, but Alice was most at home in the physical realm. This is how she expressed herself with him naturally. It always had been, and would be.

She sunk him deep again, squeezing the base of his cock with her fisted hand, then pulled back, sucking hard on the shaft of his cock. God, he drove her crazy. She popped him out of her mouth, batting gently at his jutting erection with her hand, and then sucked him back into her mouth with greedy abandon.

“You little—”

Suddenly his cock was gone and he was hauling her up, his hands below her bent elbows. His face looked flushed and hard as he pushed her toward the desk. Poor Gordon Schneider. They were about to desecrate the stable manager’s desk for a second time. Dylan jerked her sweater down over her arms, and then her cotton shirt was blinding her as he whipped it off over her head.

“Get your pants off,” he ordered tersely, pulling off his riding boots with haste.

“That’s what I always loved about you,” she said, kicking off her flats. “Once you get in the zone, nothing stops Dylan Fall.”

After a record-breaking strip on both their parts, Dylan pulled her to him. His arms enclosed her. She had a flashing vision of his rigid features descending and then he was kissing the living daylights out of her, his hands moving over her naked body, rediscovering her, taking her breath away. Once Dylan got going, he hit her like a tidal wave every time.

He palmed her buttocks and squeezed them for a moment before he lifted, and plopped her on the edge of the desk.

“It’s been too long, baby,” he said, and she wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for his forceful desperation or just stating the obvious. They were both bursting with need. He stepped between her open thighs and bent her knees toward her shoulders. Grunting once in acute dissatisfaction, he scooted her closer toward the edge of the desk.