Lip Lock: Country Fever, Book 2 by Em Petrova

there. Each delicious pull tore at his control. He lifted her a little on his thigh, letting her ride it in her loose, flowing skirt.
    He bit off a growl. God, her pussy was bare—unhindered by the female trappings of panties. Had to be.
    Fumbling down her waist, he hooked his hand beneath her skirt and slid his fingers over her mound. A thrill went through him as he touched her springy curls. The womanly patch turned him on more than any waxed pussy ever could.
    They shared a groan. She rocked into his hand, bringing her wet heat onto his fingers. Hand suddenly slick, he probed her folds, sending one finger into her channel.
    “Ohhh…Brant.” She shook as he drove his finger to the web. Curling it, watching her face shiver with ecstasy.
    “Beautiful woman. Let me taste you.” Using his free hand, he plucked open the top two buttons of her blouse and scooped out one round breast. She lifted her arms to wrap them around him, but he couldn’t let her do that. Primal instinct rose up.
    In a blink, he had her arms bound in the cotton of her shirt. She gasped, eyes dark, and the only thought in his head was keeping her here and at his mercy.
    He smoothed his hand down her chest, which was labored with heavy breathing, to her breast. The golden orb lay on his hand, the rose tip straining. He lowered his mouth and captured it between his lips.
    Her ragged sigh ruffled his hair. He worried the bud between his teeth, laving it with his tongue until it hardened even more. Cream wet his palm when he employed it against her clit.
    “Jesus, Hayley. I can’t get enough, and I don’t know where to begin.” He withdrew his finger and, holding her gaze, stuck it into his mouth. Musky flavors burst on his tongue.
    He lapped it clean, his forehead the only thing holding her against the door now. Their gazes were locked in a fierce battle. Who was going to get the biggest bite out of the other’s soul? Right now, he believed she would.
    Her lips parted, and he smoothed his wet digit over her lower lip, smearing the traces of her juices and his saliva. “Tonight, you aren’t going to fight this attraction. You’re going to give yourself to me completely. I won’t let you hold anything back.”
    “Yes,” she gasped. “Just…take me. Please.”
    All at once, he realized that she was straining toward him. Restrained.
    Panic closed off his throat. Jesus, had he done this? Never again. Keeping his gaze downcast, he peeled the cotton off her arms so she was able to move. Then, praying that she didn’t question his darker side, he gripped her under her thighs and drew her into his arms. Her weight felt perfect in his hold, her curves more exciting than a bag-of-bones supermodel’s.
    As he turned toward the living room, she kissed him, stealing all thought. Sensations and images flashed in his head like bulbs on an old-fashioned camera. Her lips, her velvety cheek against his, the slope of her breast beneath his mouth. By the time he laid her on the sectional sofa, he ached.
    And she was wild. Writhing against him, her sex angled up to meet his hips as he ground his erection against her. With a grin, he gripped the hem of her white skirt and flipped it up to reveal her soaking pussy.
    She twisted the cloth between his shoulder blades and yanked his shirt over his head. Then, running her hands over his flesh, she practically purred into his ear.
    “I want you inside me. Moving with me. Filling me, Brant. Hurry.”
    A dark, primal noise erupted from his throat. He sank his teeth into the crook of her neck, sucking and nibbling. The scents of her arousal fogged the air around them, enclosing them in a private cocoon of lust.
    “Not yet, baby. But I promise you will feel me stretching you all day tomorrow.”
    “You have me until tomorrow afternoon. I have to pick up Drake at his friend’s house.” She angled her head to give him better access to her throat. He worshipped every moist inch, finding new trigger spots that set her