Wildfire Hurricane (A Ryder Boys Novel Book 1) by Amelia James

Maybe not ever.
    Her hot, tight cunt seared his flesh, branding his body with her unique flame, and leaving a mark that would never fade no matter how long he tried to stay away from her. Not trying very hard tonight, are ya?
    “Shut up.” He pounded into her, beating the opposing side into the bedframe.
    Simone gasped and twisted under him, apparently unaware of the argument that’d escaped him. She bent backward over the bed, reaching for something solid to hold onto while her legs failed to wrap around his. She can’t be comfortable.
    He withdrew and stood too fast, banging his head on the metal frame above them. “Ow, damn it.” She giggled, and he held his hand out to her. “Come on.”
    Her gaze swept the length of his body, upright cock and all, then she grabbed his hand and got up. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, full-body skin on skin for the first time ever. His hands roamed over her soft, hot skin, memorizing the feel of her. The horny teenage boy in him jumped up and cheered. I’m naked with Simone!
    She leaned back against the upper bunk, and a faint smile touched her lips. “It’s like the first time you’ve ever seen a naked girl.”
    “A naked you. That makes all the difference.” He stepped close, brushing his nose along the column of her neck and inhaling her warm brown sugar scent.
    She shifted against him, parting her thighs and letting his cock impale her. “I’ve had dreams about this, but I never imagined the reality would feel so…” Her words trailed off, seemingly lost in the same bliss he’d wandered into.
    He slid his hand under her thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist, driving in at an awkward angle. That’s not right. He stepped back. “Turn around.”
    She held on to the top bed while he set one of her feet on the lower bed. Then he adjusted his stance and grabbed her hips, thrusting up and in while she rocked back against him.
    “Please, please, please.” She pressed her forehead against the mattress.
    Dash fucked in time with her chant. Her ass bounced against his groin with a pleasing slap, sending shock waves rippling through his body. He rode the heated tide, floating from one swell to another, each crest higher and hotter than the last. “Oh darlin’, I’ll never get enough of fucking you.” What am I saying? Memories of their turbulent history mixed with present complications and sent him crashing down. She’ll break your heart again. But her repeated claims of innocence lifted him on a surge of hope. What if she’s telling the truth?
    He grabbed her hair and wound it around his fist, holding her tight against him as their bodies slipped and slid together, apart, then together again.
    “Please, please! Damn it!” She slammed back and sent him stumbling into the opposite bunk.
    Hazy moments whizzed by as Dash realized she’d broken their connection. “What the hell? Want to play rough again?” He lunged for her, but she stepped aside.
    Simone’s body stiffened as she turned to face him, her hands clenched into fists. “I can’t come.”
    “Does that mean I can’t either?”
    Her eyes narrowed and she raised one of those tight fists.
    He backed up a step and held his hands up. “Sorry, my brain is stuck in my crotch.” His damn dick remained upright, straining for her and begging for release. “Did I do something wrong? I know we’ve never done…that before. But I’ve gotten pretty good at it with other women.” Jesus! He slapped his palm over his face.
    “I loved the pussy licking, but none of this is going to solve anything.” She clapped her hands over her forehead and fell back against the bunk, showing him her entire naked body, every inch of sweat-sheened dark skin. Her breasts rose, and he spotted her birthmark. It seemed to have gotten lighter with age, standing out even more.
    His unsatisfied cock swelled, stretching toward her bare thighs. “I know, but…we gotta start somewhere.”
    “Start what? You think I’m a