Lip Lock: Country Fever, Book 2 by Em Petrova Page A

afire.
    She plucked at his nipples, twisting them to perfection as he stripped her completely. As he stared down at her in the dim glow cast by the kitchen fixture over the sink, Brant lost his heart a little.
    Damn, she was amazing. Full breasts spilling into his hands, waist dipping and swelling, thighs squeezing around the golden V of curls that pointed to her pussy.
    For a long moment, their gazes held. In the depths of her eyes, which were like a forest pool, their lovemaking began. Had he ever seen a woman look at him this way?
    Never.
    But when she hooked her heels around his back and rubbed her wet folds over his lower abs, he lost all semblance of control. In one swift motion, he dove between her thighs. Hooking her ankles around his neck, he fucked her with his tongue. Driving it deeper with every pass while he circled her wet pearl with a thumb. The bundle of nerves seemed to pulsate beneath his skin.
    Burying his mouth deeper, he scraped her sensitive skin with his five-o’clock shadow. As he stroked her to the brink of insanity, he stared up the length of her body at her beautiful features, which were twisted in pleasure.
    A pink flush on her cheeks, dew on her temples, hair tumbling over her forehead. And her eyes… Lordy, those eyes would kill him. Something shifted behind the green pools. Her body stiffened.
    Quickly, he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked at the same time he drove two fingers into her pussy to the hilt.
    She shattered, body humming against his mouth, gripping his fingers tight. Her cries echoed in his ears.
    His balls grew heavy. The telltale sensation of impending orgasm rushed up inside him, and he pinched the head of his cock through his jeans to stave it off.
    When the last wave of Hayley’s release shuddered up Brant’s fingers and into his arm, he surged upward and possessed her mouth. Sharing her juices, he slanted his mouth and thrust his tongue deep, mirroring the movement he longed to perform with his shaft.
    Gasping, she twisted her mouth from his. She scraped her nails down his spine and dipped her warm fingers into his waistband. “Get inside me, Brant. I need you.”
    He trailed his mouth down her throat to her fragrant cleavage. Dizzying need attacked his groin, but he managed to shake his head. “Not here. When I drive into you, you’ll be spread out on my king-sized bed, not sticking to the leather sectional.”
    A giggle made her breasts tremble. His smile spread over her skin. Then he rolled onto his feet and reached for her.
    “No, I’ll walk.”
    “I want to feel you in my arms as I climb the stairs.”
    She sat up, suddenly crossing her arms over her belly. “I’m too heavy for that.”
    He gripped her wrist and launched her to her feet. Before her eyes could fully widen, he delivered a sound slap to her bare ass cheek. She hissed in shock.
    “Don’t say that again. Your body—you—are perfect. But I’ll be nice and let you walk into my bedroom this time. Next? Don’t be so sure.” He stared into her hazy eyes.
    From head to toe, he took stock of her reaction to his slap.
    What have I done?
    Worry clutched his chest. Would she walk out?
    One thing was certain—he had to take himself out of the picture.
    Slowly, he bent down, avoiding her gaze. He grabbed her clothes and placed them into her hands. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you back now.”
    A beat of silence. She must be thinking what an asshole he was for slapping her. That one harsh action had lost her, and goddamn it, he’d never forgive himself. Self-loathing was already rising, choking off his ability to think about anything but the pain he’d inflicted upon himself—and probably Hayley.
    Her shaky breath brought his attention back to her. Chancing a peek at her face, he expected to find fury, hatred. He’d seen that look before after the rope burn incident.
    But he saw neither emotion etched across Hayley’s feminine features. In fact, her lips were still parted invitingly and