Hitchhiker by Stacy Borel

Author:Stacy Borel [Borel, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00WT2UX3G
Publisher: Stacy Borel
Published: 2015-04-26T23:00:00+00:00

HIS HANDS WERE EVERYWHERE. Like actually everywhere. One second they were behind my back, and the next, they were moving down my thighs. I pressed so tightly against him; there was no empty space to be found. We’d managed to make it to my room and stumbled onto the bed. His lips were on my throat, kissing a path down to my collarbone while I had my fingers in his hair. Every inch of me tingled with anticipation.

I moaned when his hand cupped me. Nothing about the way he was touching me was gentle. It was domineering and forceful. But not in a way that frightened me. In fact, I would have done absolutely anything he wanted me to. Rubbing me vigorously, my hips moved in sync with the motion. I wanted more. I needed him to take away the things between us. Too much clothing. Grasping his shirt, I pulled it above his head. The heat of his skin warmed me through my own shirt. I loved that about him. He kissed me some more and tugged at my lower lip with his teeth. I was so worked up at this point, I could feel the wetness of my underwear and the hardness of my nipples. I was aching everywhere.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please what?” His voice was deep and heady.

He rolled me over on top of him, and I went to kiss him again. He grabbed my face and refused to let me go any further.

“No.”

“Please, I need you.” I pushed my sex against the bulge in his pants. It caused a deeper ache.

He was forcing me to look at him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me, Dawson. God, touch me.”

I’d never seen so much lust in a man’s eyes before. “Where?”

I shook my head, my hair falling forward. “Don’t make me say the words. I can’t.”

I tried again to lean down and kiss him, and he refused to give me any leeway. “I want to hear it, Chandler.”

Time for a new tactic. Reaching down between us, I let my fingers slide between his skin and underwear. I touched the tip of his cock, and a small drip of wetness coated it. At that moment, I wished I could have been brazen enough to put my own finger in my mouth and suck it off. I wanted to taste him. Instead, for the third time, I looked down at him and went in for a kiss. This time he let me. I kind of liked that he had a moment of weakness and gave in. His tongue pushed into my mouth and my hips ground down trying to find some sort of relief. His hips came up to meet mine. He might be trying to maintain control, but I knew he was struggling.

Lifting my shirt over my head, I sat up briefly and reveled in the view below me. How in the hell did I end up with a man like this? From his tattoos to the dark lashes that

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