“Stop.” She couldn’t fight this battle. She didn’t have the experience or the knowledge to combat what he was sensing.

“Do you know what I would love to do to you?” His hand lifted, the calloused tips of his fingers running up her arm. “I’d love to turn you over on your stomach, prop that pretty rounded ass up to me, and spank it until it flushes cherry red. Until your pussy is so wet your thighs are damp with your cream. And when you’re begging, so desperate to be fucked that nothing else matters, I want to watch my dick stretch your ass, watch as that tiny, tiny little entrance blooms around my cock and sucks it inside.”

She couldn’t breathe.

Eroticism rushed through her, weakening her knees and accelerating her breathing as he gripped her hip with his other hand while the fingers stroking her arm slid to the curve of her rear.

Cupping the rounded flesh of her rear cheeks beneath the soft chiffon of her skirt, he clenched the rounded flesh, pulling at it, igniting a tiny burst of heated sensation in her anus.

“I could make that hurt so good, Eve. You won’t know if it’s agony or ecstasy. All you’ll know is that you want more. That you have to have more.”

She was shaking in his arms, trembling as his hand moved between them, obviously loosening his belt, then his jeans.

“Brogan.” Protest or pleasure?

She had no idea what she was feeling or how she should react. She had no idea how to handle the wicked, carnal animal Brogan was unleashing on her.

Or the one he was unleashing in her.

“I can’t take your ass here.” Grudging regret filled his voice. “Unfortunately, the lube and toys are all back at the house, baby. But I can give you part of what you want.”

His jeans parted and a second later she could feel him stroking the hard, heated length of his cock as her nails curled against the shirt covering his wide chest.

“Why . . . why are you doing this . . . ?” Why was he using his ability to sense only her sexual needs and not the rest of her? The sexuality, the hunger for him, was rooted in something much deeper than lust.

“Because I’m just as hungry to do it as you are to have it done,” he admitted, his tone ragged. “And I’m going to do it, Eve. Just like you’re going to suck my dick, right here. Right now.”

His gaze was narrowed as her gaze jerked to his in sudden nervous awareness.

“Go to your knees,” he demanded, though his tone gentled at the last second. “Show me how badly you want to come for me, sweetheart. Show me how badly you want me to come in your hot little mouth.”

Sensation erupted in her womb, spasming through it as his gaze suddenly gleamed with avid hunger and awareness.

“On your knees.” The erotic command sent wanton excitement exploding through her senses.

Slowly, her gaze held by his, she went to her knees.

His fingers slid into her hair, clenching it and holding her in place as he gripped the base of his cock and rubbed it against her lips.

“I love watching my dick slide between your lips,” he confessed, his voice thick and rough. “Watching you suck it in as that hot little tongue licks over it. Suck it in, Eve. Show me how much you want it.”

Her lips parted, her tongue curling over the engorged crest as he pressed inside, filling her mouth with the throbbing heat of his cock head.

She wrapped the fingers of both hands around the thick shaft as she began to milk it slowly, her mouth tightening on the crest, sucking it deep as it filled the damp interior.

Brogan’s hands clenched in her hair, his hips suddenly tense, the need to thrust inside her mouth filling him.

Fuck. How had this happened? He’d been certain he’d never convince his sexually inexperienced little Eve to become so brazen and wanton.

Eyes closed, her face flushed and absorbed in the complete sexuality overtaking her, Brogan watched as her lips stretched to take the broad crest.

Her mouth suckled at the iron-hard flared head; she milked it with her mouth and hands as each draw sent brutal lashes of pleasure striking at his balls, surrounding his dick. Her delicate hands moved on the wide shaft, masturbating it in rhythm to the hungry draws of her mouth.

“Sweet Eve.” He groaned, his body taut with the sweeping pleasure. “That hot little mouth makes me crazy.” His hips moved, thrusting shallowly against her stretched lips. “Your fucking mouth is so damned good. Watching my dick take your mouth is so damned hot.”

Her lips tightened, her mouth drawing on the fiercely erect cock head. Her tongue lashed beneath the flared head, rubbing at the highly sensitive, nerve-laden area just beneath the crest.

Exquisite pleasure tightened around the taut sac of his balls. Clenched tight beneath the base of his cock, his testicles throbbed, ached for release. He watched her lips surrounding the throbbing crest as he fucked in, pulling free, the glistening moisture followed by the lash of her tongue around the crest.

His fingers held her hair, keeping her head firmly in place as he pressed deeper.

“Take it, baby,” he crooned, encouraging her hunger. “Just relax. Breathe out and swallow.”

His cock slid to the back of her mouth, and the feel of her swallowing against the tip sent jagged forks of sensation rushing straight to his balls.

Brogan knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Hell, he didn’t want to last much longer. He wanted to watch her face, see her take his release as he filled her mouth with it.

His thrusts increased, a ragged groan escaping his chest as he swore he could feel something more. He swore he could feel wild hunger, fierce pleasure, and a tempting adventurousness that he knew had to belong to her.

He could sense her pleasure.

He could sense her hunger.

His cock slid faster inside her gripping mouth, sinking to the depths of it, feeling her moan ripple against the sensitive head. Each sensation, each strike of pleasure that began in the flared, responsive crest echoed stronger, hotter in his balls. Her hands stroked and milked the shaft; her tongue licked and lashed; her mouth sucked and tightened around it. Pleasure whipped through the hardened flesh, coalesced in his steadily tightening testicles before it exploded through his system.

“Suck it. Fuck. Suck it deep, baby.” He surged to the back of her mouth as his head tilted back in furious rapture. Brogan felt the ecstasy explode in his balls before it rushed in furious release to the broad head of his cock.

Throbbing, expanding in rapture, Brogan felt the first heavy gush of his semen spurting into her mouth as she struggled to take it.

Each subsequent explosive eruption drew a ragged groan from his throat. With each pulse of semen blasting to her throat, she swallowed, sending spikes of ragged pleasure shooting through his system.

Each spurt of his release jetting into her mouth, Brogan realized he felt more than he had ever felt before at the point of orgasm. He could feel his own release, feel it tearing through him, weakening his knees and draining his balls. But he felt hunger. A wild, tempestuous hunger that blazed with a heat that he knew could belong only to Eve.

A heat he had a feeling would turn into a conflagration and burn them both to cinders.

FOURTEEN

Eve was shaking, arousal and pure white-hot need flooding her bloodstream and pounding through her veins. As she stood before him, her knees shaking and weak, her senses dazed from the excitement surging through her system, she watched as Brogan toed off his sneakers, then slipped his jeans from his powerful legs.

He was still wearing the white, luxuriously soft cotton shirt buttoned to his chest. Those buttons were falling open beneath his fingers, though, revealing his powerful chest with its mat of red-gold curls and the almost invisible freckles she’d glimpsed the night before as the candlelight had gleamed off the powerful muscles.