Lost in You: Petal, Georgia, Book 2 by Lauren Dane Page A

skirt and pulled her panties—a tiny scrap of red fabric—off. “Now somehow that skirt looks ridiculously sexy.”
    “Your shorts are still on.”
    He’d been in mid-strip when she’d taken her shirt off. “Like you can blame me? Your tits are so hot I just sort of forgot everything else.”
    She reared up, grabbing his shorts and boxers, pulling them down. “Oh. My.” He tried not to blush as he got everything off and settled back on the bed with her.
    She scrambled atop his body, running her hands all over his chest. Tracing over his tattoos. “These are amazing.”
    He looked down at the barbed wire created with gears. “I traded labor with a tattoo artist. He needed help overhauling an engine. I wanted some ink.”
    She bent, her hair sliding over his chest as she pressed a kiss against it. She licked over each of his nipples until he grunted, shifting.
    Her pussy rested against his cock. Hot. Wet. She undulated, brushing herself against him, and he groaned. “I want in you so much my teeth hurt.”
    She caught her bottom lip between straight, white teeth. “Yeah? What are you waiting for then?”
    He flipped her to her back. “There are other things I want to do first.” He kissed her belly and then up. Up to the curve of her breast, just beneath, leading up to her nipple, which he swirled a tongue around until she arched on a gasp.
    He was so big. Tall. Shoulders wide. Burnished by the sun. Strengthened by hard work. His hands were work rough, but gentle as he touched her. She liked big men. Tall, long, workstrong. This man was all that and more.
    It was the and more part that made her weak in the knees. He leaned over her body, his cock hard, insistent at her thigh. His mouth cruised over her skin, totally sure.
    His body was so gorgeous she couldn’t stand it. Inside her head she squealed with delight. All that ink on his chest and upper arms matched the wary eyes and the too-long blond hair. He was a big, bad man but only on the outside.
    Lordamighty that was hot. The hottest thing she’d ever been this close to.
    She really liked it.
    He drew on her nipple, sucking tight until she made a sound she hadn’t even intended on making. He chuckled. A cocksure guy sound. A shiver went through her.
    Never, ever in her life had she been more turned on. And that was before he reversed his movement, heading down. Kissing over her ribs, across each hipbone and around her belly button.
    Then, as he held her gaze, he pushed her skirt up and broke her gaze, looking down at her pussy with such raw hunger she had to swallow back a moan at the sight.
    “Can I tell you something?” he murmured, his lips so close that she felt the puffs of air against her labia. She nodded, wordless. “I love this part of a woman.”
    He spread her open and bent his head to take a long lick.
    “I’m glad to hear it,” she managed to say around a tongue that felt too big for her mouth.
    “I’m going to lick you until you come so hard you can’t speak. And then I’m going to fuck you.”
    She had no words already so she gave him two thumbs-up and kept watching, sifting her fingers through his hair.
    He certainly seemed to love this part of her. Over and over he teased her with his lips. With his tongue and fingers, and every once in a while, the edge of his teeth. He took it slow. So achingly slow she thought she’d explode from it.
    And when it came, when orgasm sucked her under, her back bowed as she tried not to pull his hair too hard, holding him in place as wave after wave of pleasure hit her.
    But she wasn’t so boneless she wasn’t able to grab his cock when he tried to move up and past her.
    He started to speak until she gave the head of his cock a lick, then the words dissolved into a groan. He stilled, letting her have her way as she licked up the line of him and sucked.
    He was a big man. In more ways than one. She had no trouble paying homage to his cock. Cupping his balls as she licked around the crown. He