Chapters (43)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Readers Guide
- QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
She came with him as he sank down, finding a spot on her knees right in front of the bench. That position alone was enough to make his head melt into wordless, devious fantasy. A drop of moisture beaded at his tip, a reminder of the control that was already slipping away from him. All he could do was stare at her breasts, those gorgeous, perfect—holy shit, he was being such a selfish idiot right now.
He took Andra by the arms and lifted her. The elastic of his shorts dug into his balls, but as soon as he had her straddling his lap, he didn’t give a shit about that anymore. She was centered right over him with heat bleeding through the seam of her shorts and all over his bare cock.
Before he could think better of it, his hips surged upward in a thoughtless movement. Andra gasped, rocking herself against his dick in tiny, jerky movements like she wasn’t paying attention to anything except how much she liked it. His eyes rolled back beneath his lids, and he clamped his teeth together to keep from shouting. The denim of her shorts chafed his skin, but he would have died twice before he’d have complained.
She hung on to his neck, breathing in shallow little pants as she rode him. Judging by the sound of it, she was getting close on that alone. Thank Christ, because he was about to come all over his own stomach just watching her. He’d been so afraid to do more than kiss her since that first time in her bedroom, and all along, she must have been wanting this as badly as he was.
All he’d thought of in the beginning was that he didn’t want her to be lonely. Then he’d hoped he could just make her smile. He could hardly conceive of the idea that she’d followed him halfway across the country, into this dingy little shed, and after seeing all that, still she craved more of him.
This time when she touched him, he did groan, way down deep in his chest. Andra whimpered as if she liked the sound.
He opened his eyes, and her breasts were right there. He ducked his head to her. Her skin tasted faintly of salt, and her nipple was a hard nub rubbing against the texture of his tongue. He curled the tip of his tongue to tickle her with it, his ears drinking the tiny, broken sounds she made.
“LJ,” she whimpered.