HeatedMatch by Lynne Silver

doubted she’d even have recognized her father’s name if he’d
mentioned it in the heat of their lovemaking. She stepped closer and put a hand
on his hard forearm. “I want to meet my brother.”
    His searing glance at her hand on his arm melted her and
sent heat to her pussy with the same intensity as before. Anxiety and
possessiveness bled from his pores and wrapped around her skin, triggering a
reaction that screamed for her to ease him, claim him. The water was obviously
not out of her system yet.
    “Darn,” she said in a low breath. Her arms wrapped around
his shoulders as he lowered in for a deep kiss. Their first. His tongue met
hers and they dueled for dominance until hollers and whistles of approval
penetrated her lust-induced fog.
    She pulled away from his mouth and stared around to realize
Adam was carrying her by her ass while her legs wrapped around his hips. An
audience of his comrades had stopped to witness and tease.
    “Get a room!”
    “Get to the lab.”
    “Blacker’s met his match.”
    Adam smiled sheepishly at her while he continued to hold her
effortlessly. “Privacy?”
    She nodded, trying to catch her breath and remember why she
wasn’t supposed to be wrapped around this man like a second skin, but nothing
triggered other than a need to ease the ache at her core.
    His quickened steps brought her swollen pussy against the
zipper of his pants where his erection punched out against her. Each jogged
step increased the friction until she was panting with need.
    “Here,” she said as soon as he’d reached the side of a
building that appeared to be off the beaten path. “Stop here. I can’t wait, I
need you again badly.”
    His low chuckle warmed her. “This is pretty public,” he
warned.
    “I don’t care,” she said, near tears. The burning was
intensifying to boiling point and her nipples felt as if they could cut glass.
    “I care. I don’t want you featuring in the fantasies of the
teenagers on campus.”
    Why was he still talking and not inside her yet? She bit his
shoulder to get him to shut up and get naked.
    Her sharp bite froze him in place to look at her. “Shit,
you’re in pain, aren’t you?”
    She nodded, closing her eyes against the debilitating need
now that she was in his arms again.
    Concern and determination replaced humor on his handsome
face as he backed her against a shady tree near the side of a brick building.
“I’m sorry, Loren. I didn’t realize.”
    He lowered her gently to the ground and went to his knees,
planting his head between her legs. “Let me help you.”
    Her head fell back in the grass and she dug her heels in the
ground, lifting her hips to his face.
    “You’re soaking,” he said, sounding awed. “I can smell and
almost see it through your pants.”
    “Do something. Please.”
    He made quick work of her pants, lowering them to her
ankles, and buried his tongue in her slit. The first touch of his tongue was
salve to a burn. Gently he licked her up and down, pausing to circle her overly
swollen clit.
    It was magic. The pain eased into a blinding pleasure,
bringing release almost immediately. Though she was no longer in the agony of
need, Adam’s hunger spoke to her body, keeping her ready for him.
    She tugged on his hair, pulling him gently up to see his
face. “Come up here.”
    His smile warmed her, as did his large body covering hers.
She could feel his cock against her belly through his thin pants, so she slid a
hand between their bodies and cupped him.
    “Can I ease you now?” Without waiting for his answer, she
unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, releasing his erection. In a smooth
movement, she raised her hips and head, meeting his lips for a kiss and his
cock for the most intimate kiss of all. Thanks to her earlier orgasm, he slid
in easily as if he’d never left.
    “I missed you,” he said against her lips as his hips started
a slow rhythm.
    “It’s only been thirty minutes.”
    His breath tickled her ear. “Doesn’t