THE MAN SHE COULDN’T REFUSE
James: I repeat, be extra careful about your drink. Especially in that bar.
Best. Decision. Ever.
Becca smiled as Levi placed her in the centre of the bed. The boat moved gently with the waves in a lulling action. But she wasn’t anywhere ready for sleep. Her energy wasn’t from the soda or its “secret” ingredients—it was all Levi.
She propped herself up on her elbows so she could see better as he peeled off his still damp boxers. Then she reached for her bag that she’d scooped up from the deck—pulling out the small box of condoms she carried as a matter of “be prepared” principle rather than necessity.
He wrapped a large hand around her ankle, tugging her down the bed a little before lifting her leg and placing it back farther apart from her other.
“You need to make room?” she teased.
But he did. Tall, muscled, big and proud. Rightly so.
“What was it you said?” He muttered, stepping to the bed, his erection straining to the ceiling. “You want to see me?”
She nodded, her mouth dry at the magnificence of his nudity. She watched as he rolled on a condom, frankly awed by his beauty. She’d not known he was so literally fit. What did he do to get those muscles? Her fingertips burned with the need to touch.
“And I wanted to feel you,” she whispered.
He braced above her, on all fours, took her hand and pressed it to his chest. She needed no other invite. With both hands she explored his body—the warmth of his neck, the steel of his abs, his thick, hot shaft.
“Taste me.” He bent forward and kissed her.
She lashed her tongue over his—drinking in his flavor before drawing back to look up at him coyly. “That wasn’t what I was thinking of tasting.”
“You can taste that, a little later. First, you need to take me.” He sent her a wicked look. “And before that, you need to be ready.”
She was already ready—one orgasm down, one slick body. But it seemed, not slick enough for Levi. He started with her neck—kissing, nibbling, caressing with light fingers that massaged firmer when she didn’t expect it—returning to light when she didn’t want him to. Teasing.
His attentions roved lower—he kissed down her sternum, while his hands circled her breasts, moving tormentingly close to her taut nipples. Not close enough. She shifted restlessly, uncontrollably. Making him smile. Making him tease all the more.
She moaned as he finally drew her nipple into her mouth. She shivered, despite the searing heat she felt inside. She needed more. She needed it all now.
“Levi,” she murmured.
She didn’t want to be patient. But he robbed her of the power of speech as he moved lower, nibbling the inside of her thigh—nudging her further apart. And then?
She cried out, arching up as he licked her. She felt the warmth as he laughed, then couldn’t think at all as he fastened his mouth around her sensitive, aching spot.
“Not again,” she begged. “Not without you.”
For a moment she didn’t think he’d heard her. She ran her hands through his hair, holding him to her while trying to gain the willpower to pull him away. But what he was doing? The rhythm of his suction?
Too good. She arched again, stiffening as she flew to the brink.
That’s when he lifted away, swiftly coming to lie over her. He braced on his elbows, the broad, blunt head of him pressing close. He tilted his hips, finding the slippery heat of her. And he captured her gaze with his.
All his intensity bore down on her. She stared back up at him—mouth parted, breath held, anticipation holding her right on the edge.
“Take me,” he said. With a powerful thrust he entered her—hard, deep, sure.
Becca cried out in utter delight, her arms instinctively wrapping around him. With every fiber of her being, she took him.
Mind, body and soul.
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From the book THE MAN SHE COULDN’T REFUSE
by Natalie Anderson
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