The Girl's Guide to (Man)Hunting by Jessica Clare Page B

with need once more.
    His hand reached behind her back and Dane unhooked her bra. Before she could squeak her surprise, his mouth captured her own again, and he kissed away any sound she might have made, the delicious stroke of his tongue hypnotizing her once more. This time, when she moved to lift a leg against his, he encouraged it, letting her slide over his braced thigh and straddle it. Her dark hair fell forward over her shoulders and she watched him, breathless, waiting to see what he thought of her breasts.
    He curled his fingers around one heavy globe and brushed his thumb against the nipple. “When we were in high school, I thought you had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen.” He stared down, seemingly fascinated as a nipple puckered againsthis touch, and then palmed the other one. “Hasn’t changed. Damn, Miranda. You are beautiful.”
    That sent a quiver of pleasure through her body and she rocked her hips against his thigh, lifting her arms to wrap around his neck and pull him in for a kiss again. She wanted to press her breasts against his chest, to feel her nipples against that hot wall of muscle.
    He didn’t release her breasts from his grasp, just continued to brush the peaks with his thumbs, turning them into twin points of heat as he kissed her, his tongue sweeping and stroking against her mouth. She had thought she’d be the aggressor in the encounter, but as soon as he’d realized what she wanted sexually, he’d become the dominant one…and she found it incredibly arousing.
    He leaned back a little, letting his mouth trail down her collarbone and working his way downward, pressing kisses against her skin, sliding down until he reached her breasts and his mouth flicked against one nipple. That brought a gasp of pleasure to her lips, and she arched against his thigh again, rubbing her sex against the hard angle of it.
    “Damn,” Dane swore against her skin, then pressed a kiss there. “You have the most amazing breasts. I could spend hours here.” But before she could tell him that was fine with her, he moved up and captured her mouth in another hot, short kiss. “Take your shorts off, Miranda. Now.”
    He took a step backward and she complied, undoing the laces that held her cargo shorts up and shimmying them down her thighs. She dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them, her hands going back to his clothing. Miranda slid her fingers to his fly.
    Dane groaned at that, letting her fingers dance along the zipper of his shorts, undoing it and helping him slide them down his legs. They were quickly followed by his boxers, and his cock was exposed. It was a nice specimen, she had to admit—no wonder Dane had been so popular with women. His cock was long and thick and utterly beautiful, with a large crown and just a hint of a curve to it where it jutted from his body.
    Definitely a lot larger than her last boyfriend’s, she realized with pleasure. She glanced down at his naked legs and noticed he still wore his hiking boots, just like she still wore her sneakers. “Should I take off my shoes?”
    “No,” he said, and when she reached for his cock, he wrapped her fingers in his and turned her around, until her back was resting against his chest. “Not tonight. The ground is wet.”
    “But—”
    His arms wrapped around her from behind and he nuzzled her neck again. “You’re thinking too much.” His hand trapped one breast, his other sliding to her sex as he pressed more kisses on her neck and shoulder.
    She forgot all about shoes.
    Then his fingers touched her clit again. She clung to his hands, riding his motions as he thrust against her bare backside, his fingers mimicking the rocking of his hips. His fingers slipped into her sex and thrust again. “You ready for this, Miranda? Ready for me?”
    “More than ready,” she breathed.
    “I can tell you are,” he said against her neck, his fingers thrusting into her pussy one last time. “You’re so wet you’re