The Bachelor's Baby (Bachelor Auction Book 3)(16)

He watched her as if he knew that he’d just brought her to a point of acute excitement with a simple, suggestive question. And he left her hanging by working on his shirt buttons.

Meg licked her lips and popped the snap on her jeans, insanely turned on, yet shy. She was already ahead of him in the nudity department.

Not for long, though. He stripped and discarded his clothing without ceremony, planting his bare feet on either side of her socked ones before she’d lowered the fly of her jeans. He was—wow. Turgid and thick, dark and straining with aggression.

Her brow grazed the light sprinkling of hair on his breastbone while her shoulders hitched in a shiver of chilled ecstasy when his hot palms branded her skin.

She circled him with a loose fist, unable to resist taking possession of his ferocious muscle, liking the way he jerked in response to her touch. Her mouth watered. Oral sex wasn’t really her thing, but she had a crazy urge to taste him. Lick and suck and make him wild.

“I want to go down on you,” he said against her temple.

Her breath caught in surprise and she lifted her gaze to the fire in his, a strange, wicked expectancy sluicing through her. “W-what?” she said.

“That’s what I want to do to you. I want to lick you. Make you come hard then get inside you and make you come again. That’s what I want.”

All her breath left her as she took that sensual punch, vision dazzled by sexual excitement.

His hands smoothed beneath the loose waistband of her jeans, easing them down inch by slow inch. He paused to fondle her butt, making her tense and wiggle into his touch and whimper in frustration.

His teeth flashed and he pushed her jeans down all the way, taking her panties with them, leaving her to kick out of them while he swept the blankets back on the bed. Then he was crowding her against the mattress, letting her feel the brush of his hard, well-built body, skin faintly abraded with hair, but so sculpted and intriguing.

“I’m not a prude, but, um, that’s something you work up to, isn’t it?”

“We only have tonight,” he reminded, kissing her in a way that persuaded her to go wherever he led.

Together they lowered diagonally across the bed. His knee went between hers. She pressed her breasts to his chest, met his lips as he kissed her, wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked him with her whole body.

They kissed deeply, settling into the mattress as he pressed half over her. The damp tip of his penis rubbed her thigh and she shifted to invite him, but he slid lower and licked at her nipple.

He wasn’t serious about—

His hand stroked her thigh, pressing her legs open as he rolled between them and slid down to nuzzle her belly and then her mound. It was insanely intimate and she suffered a moment of severe self-consciousness.

Then he tantalized her with his tongue, delicately parting her to his caress. No, he was not a man who rushed his fences. He was downright lethal in his ability to seduce. As he gently learned her trigger points, she began to moan. A few minutes later, she opened her legs for him, gasping in joy when he pressed a finger inside her. Two.

Only tonight, she thought, and let every groan that rose in her release with abandon. She gave him everything, holding nothing back, and came hard.





Chapter Five




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Linc used a light touch to apply the condom, afraid he’d come before he was inside her. His hands were shaking, he was so aroused.

Meg was still flushed, breasts panting, her climax so intense her cries of pleasure had embedded themselves into the bare floors and high ceiling, to be locked in when he finished the house. He wanted to laugh with sheer triumph at making her feel that good. Her eyelids were puffy and low, her smile languid, the arm she lifted to his shoulder as he settled over her welcoming and heavy.

He wanted to make her come again, had said he would, but he was only mortal and she was incredible. So electrifying. All he could think about was pushing into her.

She let him, arching with invitation to his first nudge, allowing him to sink into receptive, taut flesh that clasped deliciously at his length.

Trying to resist the urgent need to climax, he tucked her beneath him and kissed her, wanting her as aroused as he was.

It took a minute. She was sweet and relaxed as she kissed him back, simply enjoying. Imperatives pounded in his blood, but he forced himself to be patient, shifting fractionally so he was as deep inside her as he could possibly be, letting her catch up to his level of need. Running his fingertips on the sensitive underside of her arm, he found her hand and pressed it to the mattress over her head.

Then he kissed all the tender skin he’d exposed, taking his time getting to her nipple and only then letting some of his fierce hunger take over. He sucked hard, feeling her jerk beneath him before he soothed with his tongue.

She restlessly wriggled her hips beneath his, making him smile.

He used his weight to keep her pinned, letting the frustration build for both of them as he kissed her again, deep and hungry. He couldn’t thrust into her with the savagery riding him, but he let her know how badly he wanted to. They parted and crashed their mouths together several times, breaths growing ragged, and finally, finally, she whimpered with need. She was ready.

He pulled away and thrust in, cautious, but deliberate and deep.

Her eyes opened, glittering gaze fixing to his. She was with him again. When he withdrew and sank into her the next time, her nails dug into his upper arms and she pressed her head into the mattress, exposing her throat to him. He wanted to tell her how hot she made him, but his voice wasn’t there. The only words in his head were basic: Want. Have. Mine.