Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty — Maree by Elizabeth Dunk Page A

that only you can do for me.’
    ‘I’m here to do whatever you want, Ms Haraldson.’ The way he drawled her name made it delicious, spicy, hot, not distancing. ‘Any way you want it. Any time you want it.’
    Maree’s knees almost gave way at the heat in his voice, licking over her, turning her own desire from warm to scorching.
    ‘Brad, I want you to fuck me.’
    Brad turned off the hose, dropped it and stepped toward her. ‘Say that again,’ he said in a soft, low voice that wrapped Maree in a cocoon of need.
    ‘Brad, I want you to fuck me.’ She felt strong, sexy, ready for whatever came next.
    ‘I’m glad to hear it,’ Brad said, then he had his arms around her and was pulling her tight against his chest. Maree lifted her head and smiled as his lips came down onto hers.
    Fire raced through her system, sending her every sense into overdrive. The scrape of his hair-roughened cheek against her face. The buttery sweetness of his lips. The hardness of his chest, pressing against her breasts. The firm grip on her buttocks pressing her tight against him.
    Lips parted, Maree welcomed the thrust of his tongue into her mouth. He must have had a butterscotch on the way over—the taste of the lolly filled her and Maree knew she would never suck innocently on the sweet again. Her entire body was soft, pliant, willing to take whatever he wanted to give her. She moaned into his mouth, hoping he understood how desperate she was becoming.
    Brad lowered his other hand to her buttocks and lifted. Maree wrapped her arms and legs around him to ensure she didn’t lose the lock on his lips—the man kissed like a god, and he was steering her to heaven.
    She felt bumpy hardness against her back—the wall of the library—and then Brad was pressed tighter against her, imprinting the front of her body with the planes of his. He angled his head; Maree opened her mouth more at the silent command and his tongue thrust deeper, claiming her, making sure she understood exactly what he wanted to do to her.
    Her pussy throbbed, her clitoris tingled, and Maree wanted to rub herself against him, to start to build some of the glorious friction she needed, but, jammed between his hard body and the building, she couldn’t move. So she had no option, but to tear her mouth from his.
    ‘We need to go inside,’ she gasped as he took her withdrawal as permission to slide his mouth over to her ear, nibbling on the lobe before heading down her neck. ‘I need to get you naked. I need to be naked. I need you inside me.’
    ‘Whatever you say, Ms Haraldson.’ His voice was a deep, throaty growl and Maree’s insides melted. He stepped back, letting her down onto her feet carefully before releasing her. Maree grabbed his hand and pulled him around to the library door.
    The room was dark, with the dry, almost musty smell of many books. Maree knew exactly where she wanted to take Brad, and dragged him past the shelves to the reading area. Here were a whole lot of pillows for the children to sit or lie on while they read. After today, Maree was never going to look at this room the same way again.
    She spun around. ‘Hurry. I’m so ready for you.’ She started to fumble with Brad’s shirt, her fingers shaking.
    Brad put his hands over hers, his touch sure and still. ‘We don’t have to rush this, Ms Haraldson. Not when we’ve been waiting for so long.’
    ‘That’s why we need to rush,’ Maree said. ‘I’m sick of just thinking of you when I make myself come. I want you to do that.’
    Brad shuddered. ‘You do have a way with words,’ he murmured and then he kissed her. Maree forgot about getting him naked in the glory of his mouth, his taste, the way it drew lust from her body.
    When he stepped way, she mewed like a kitten in distress. ‘Hush,’ he murmured. ‘I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.’
    He unbuttoned her blouse, his fingers having no problems. It fell to her feet. Brad smiled, tracing a finger along the edge of her