Safe From the Dark by Lily Rede Page A

him, the heat of her meltingly good even
through her jeans.
    With
a last leisurely flick of his tongue against her nipples, Colin started kissing
his way down her torso.
    “We
shouldn’t be doing this out here.” She sounded nervous, as though she had just
remembered that though there wasn’t anyone around for miles, she was half-naked
on her front porch, letting him play with her bare breasts.
    I
wonder what else you’ll let me do ,
thought Colin, and he murmured, “I want to taste you.”
    She
tensed against him, froze as he undid the button on her jeans. For a moment he
thought she might pull away, so he slowed down, nuzzling her navel and the
delicate skin under the open waistband. She relaxed a fraction and he let out a
breath, and then made sure she was watching as he gripped the zipper of her
jeans in his teeth and slowly drew it down.
    “Seriously?
That’s one of your moves?” she choked out, and her voice was amused but
gratifyingly breathless, “What, do you moonlight as a gigolo in your spare
time?”
    “Would
you hire me?”
    She
snorted in derision as he yanked her jeans to her ankles and settled between
her knees again, noting that she’d switched the lacy little things for another
pair of bikini panties, white in the darkness.
    “You’d
make a terrible gigolo. You always have to be in charge.”
    “Says
the woman who agonizes over anyone ever doing anything for her, ever.”
    “There’s
nothing wrong with being independent.”
    “There’s
nothing wrong with letting someone take care of you once in a while, either.”
    “It’s
none of your business.”
    They
glared at each other.
    “Fuck
it,” he snarled, and surged forward to capture her mouth in a brutal clash of
teeth and lips, his tongue in her mouth, his frustration rolling over him in
waves. She gasped into his mouth when he grabbed a handful of her panties and
jerked, the material shredding like paper.
    She
was tense and angry, and Colin wanted her soft and yielding, giving him
everything he wanted. He hadn’t realized how her stubbornness would push his
buttons, turning his natural urge to be in control into something hot and
driving. He wanted her to surrender, to let him pile the pleasure on any way he
wanted to until they were both drowning in it.
    Slow , he ordered himself.
    He
kept his fingers gentle as he learned her pussy for the first time, his anger melting
away, no match for the wet heat and delightful surprises he discovered with
light strokes of his fingertips – the small patch of soft hair at the top of
her mound, the delicate bare folds, and the sweet bud of her clit, already
swollen for him.
    His
cock was going to tear free of its confinement and strangle him, but he would
make this good for her, he vowed. It was already spectacular for him. Colin
swallowed her whimper and then tore his lips away to trace a path down her
throat as he tested her opening, teasing but not entering with one slick
finger, while the scent of her made his mouth water.
    “I’m
going to lick you, right here. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
    Arousal
made him hoarse, but he forced himself to wait for her response, though heat
coursed through his veins like wildfire.
    Evie
gave up all at once, her fingers digging into his shoulders, clinging as though
she couldn’t help herself. The ghost of her lips against his temple set off a
small quake in the vicinity of his heart. Evie had a sweet side, though she
tried like hell to hide it.
    Colin
pushed her knees wider, his hands splayed on her thighs, and used his thumbs to
expose her core. Although her plump folds were in shadow, he caught the glimmer
of wetness in the soft glow of the porch light.
    “Hell,
yeah,” he muttered, and lowered his head for a taste.
     
    THIS
ISN’T HAPPENING ,
THOUGHT Evie . There was no way she was letting Colin Daniels eat her out
on the front porch of Gram’s house, bare and spread for him, the squirrels, and
God knows what other woodland creatures