His for One Night by Sarah M. Anderson

Author:Sarah M. Anderson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-01-11T14:32:04+00:00

Eleven

Hers. That’s the word that crossed her mind when she crushed her lips against his.

This man was hers.

He always had been, since the very first moment he’d taken her hand and bowed over it like some lordly duke. If nothing else, they had this.

“Bed?” Flash asked against her mouth, his hands skimming down her back, over her bottom.

“Bed,” she agreed.

She loved the hot, heavy sex against the door, but a window wasn’t quite as reassuring. Besides, she wanted the luxury of limbs twining together, his bare skin against hers.

The next thing she knew, Flash had bent over and swept her legs out from underneath her. “Whoa!” she squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck for balance.

“I’ve got you, babe.” Oh, she’d needed to hear that. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?”

She leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck. His pulse beat wildly against her lips. “Tell me.”

“I want to feast on your body and make you scream my name when you come, and then I want to hold you afterwards until you’ve come back down to earth, and then I want to bury myself in your body until you break again, until I can’t take it anymore. I want to lay you out and spend the next two days making love to you,” he growled against her ear. Then he wrapped his lips around her lobe and tugged gently as he carried her back through the suite. “Then I want to do it again.”

Every muscle in her body clenched at his charged words and, given the wolfish grin he shot her, she knew he’d felt it, too. She’d done that once with him, that glorious night in Fort Worth when he’d swept her off her feet.

Once a year wasn’t enough.

Sadly, though, reality wasn’t on their side. “We—oh, Flash,” she moaned as he kissed her neck, “we don’t have that kind of time.” But Lord, it sounded wonderful, didn’t it? A few days to explore how deep this connection went. A few days to selfishly enjoy this man and his tremendous skills.

Because the man had skills.

“Then I’ll take the time I get with you.” He kicked open the door to the bedroom and then kicked it shut, all without missing a single stride.

“Another good line,” she murmured as he set her down on the bed and pulled her hat from her head.

“I’m full of them.” Her hair tumbled wildly around her shoulders, the ponytail a distant memory. He paused, sucking in air. “God, Brooke—do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She leaned forward, stroking a hand over his obvious erection through his jeans. “I’m getting one.”

“You...” He swallowed as she rested her head against his stomach and began to work the buttons on his fly loose.

She shoved his jeans down, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of his blue boxer briefs, which hugged his narrow hips, his ass, his everything. Then she pulled and he sprung free.

“If you don’t want me to taste you, you let me know.

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