Men of Danger - Lora Leigh & Alexis Grant & Lorie O'Clare by Men of Danger

Author:Men of Danger [Danger, Men of]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

personal somehow. It made her wonder what a kiss from him might taste like . . . what his

mouth against her shoulder might feel like.

To have a man like him want her . . . to trail kisses down her body until he discovered her

mound, to find that sweet spot between her thighs . . .to take his sweet time, sweet Jesus . . . to lick

a slow, lazy trail along her slit, gently parting the fat, engorged lips of her flower with his

tongue. Sucking her bud just right . . . a gentle finger finding her rim, finding the beat, finding

the tight circle.

Anita squeezed her legs together tighter; she had to stop. This was pointless she told herself

firmly. But right now would be so perfect to feel skin-against-skin, the simplistic beauty of

human touch. In her daydream, she didn't need a condom . . . she could let the tip of her tongue

travel up his shaft to revel in the spongy texture of its head, then she could envision sliding her

hand back down his thick, heavily veined shaft.

Stop it, stop it, stop it, girl, you've been watching too much late-night TV.

Her brain wouldn't turn off. Each time she tried to jettison the images out of her head they

came back with a vengeance. Her mind seized on that one part of his anatomy she'd become

fixated on until she couldn't help fantasizing about how his excitement would release pearling

fluids that would make his wondrous male organ glisten. Then her attention would release the

pumping motion of his hips in anticipation, would release that fabulous baritone she'd just heard

outside the limo window . . . but this time he'd say her name, "`Nita."

Soon that impossible-to-replicate part of him would be inside of her, welded deep within her

flesh, opening her thighs, opening her lungs, making her see stars, making her weep. Her

girlfriends had all lied; a pocket rocket or a full-sized battery-operated boyfriend could never

replace that natural male resource . . . if the man knew what he was doing . . . if he were gifted

and talented. Zachary Mitchell seemed like he was both.

Oh, yeah, it had been way too long, if she was thinking about this. Anita stared at the divider

glass that separated her from pure sin-- Zachary Mitchell. No. The last thing she needed was

to get caught getting all hot and bothered. She'd be at the pent house the label had leased for

her soon enough, alone, and in her own space that she trusted. Anita sat up and fetched a bottle

of spring water from the fridge. This limo was sent and could have been wired, for all she knew.

A tiny camera could be anywhere.

She placed the cool, wet bottle against her throat and closed her eyes again, stifling a quiet

moan. Her canal begged for penetration, needed more than what a finger or daydream could

provide-- but she wasn't about to let her ex laugh at her. She could just see the front page of a

tabloid now: STAR FINGERS HERSELF IN HER LIMO JUST BEFORE THE R&B MUSIC

AWARDS.

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