Holding Strong
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“Those aren’t the words he used.”
“I can’t think!”
He brushed his mouth against her temple. “Try.”
How had she missed this bossy streak of Denver’s? “He...he said you’d gladly give me a show and you were the best hung one in the bunch.” The second the words were out, she felt his smile.
“Yeah. That sounds more like Armie.”
“He was right.” She lifted her other hand, now holding him in both. “Honest to God, Denver, I never imagined—”
His choked laugh was accompanied by a hug. “It’s not all that.”
“I...I need to sit down.” She seriously did.
“Soon.” With two fingers under her chin he lifted her face. “No more talking about my cock with other men.”
For a second there, his wording dazed her, then she nodded. “Okay, sure.” She hadn’t meant to have that discussion with Armie anyway. “No problem.”
Smile going crooked, he added, “You can brag to the other ladies all you want.”
Jealousy spiked through her; he wanted the attention of the other women? “You—”
“Now, if we’re done with interruptions...?” He pulled her hands away and went back to one knee, dragging her panties down at the same time. “Step out.”
Sidetracked, she took in his position at her feet, his gaze level on her body, and nothing else existed. Another bright flash of lightning emphasized the stark intensity in his eyes as he took in her nudity.
No one had ever looked at her quite that thoroughly.
She no sooner had that thought than bad memories tried to intrude, memories of being scrutinized critically, against her will—
No. Ruthlessly, she quashed those thoughts.
She was with Denver—nothing bad in that. He was unlike any man she’d ever known, definitely better than most. When it came to ugly experiences, there was no comparison.
Keeping his focus on her body, he held her hand to steady her as she stepped free of the underwear. Brushing them aside with the rest of their discarded clothes, Denver said, “Jesus, Cherry, you have a smokin’ body.” He touched his fingertips down her belly to her sex. “I’m dying to taste you.”
With no more warning than that, he cupped her backside, pulled her forward, and pressed his face to her.
Gasping, Cherry sank her fingers into his hair and held on.
Apparently done waiting, his hands—easily twice the size of her own—roamed over her body while he treated her to soft, devouring kisses that forced her to lock her knees and use the wall for support.
Putting his palms to the inside of each thigh, he urged her to widen her stance. Once he had her arranged to his liking, he stroked two fingers of one hand into her, and used two fingers of his other hand to part her.
Another throaty growl of appreciation, and he closed his mouth over her throbbing clitoris, suckling softly while rasping with his tongue.
Oh God, oh God, oh God... His hair felt cool brushing her thighs, his fingers working inside her, pressing, and he kept making those low sounds of hunger...and appreciation.
Thunder shook the floor beneath them. Wind lashed the rain against the window. The strobe effect of the lightning increased to an almost constant flash.
Locking her hands in his hair, she cried out as he drove her higher, as pleasure drew her tighter. Like a powder keg with a short fuse, she surprised herself by exploding so quickly. Denver supported her easily, and good thing because she went boneless, her tripping heart leaving her breathless and far too weak.
CHAPTER THREE
DENVER SCOOPED UP her lax body and carried her to the bed, putting her on her back and then taking a step away so he could look at her as he took off his shoes and socks, pushed down his jeans and removed his boxers. The storm raged on, matching his turbulent lust.
How she’d come, the sounds she’d made in her pleasure and the taste of her, left him primed. He’d always known they’d be scorching together; the easy way he’d just gotten her off proved it.
Now he wanted more. A lot more.
Eyes still closed, she half turned, drawing one knee up to help hide her sex while crossing her arms over her chest.
That pose just fired his blood more. She looked equal parts timid and boldly sexual.
She had the most amazing breasts, big and soft and real, trembling with her heavy, broken breaths. In her pale throat he could see her pulse still tripping.
“Let me see you.” Gently, he clasped her wrists and moved her arms to her sides. “You don’t ever need to hide from me.”
“I can’t think!”
He brushed his mouth against her temple. “Try.”
How had she missed this bossy streak of Denver’s? “He...he said you’d gladly give me a show and you were the best hung one in the bunch.” The second the words were out, she felt his smile.
“Yeah. That sounds more like Armie.”
“He was right.” She lifted her other hand, now holding him in both. “Honest to God, Denver, I never imagined—”
His choked laugh was accompanied by a hug. “It’s not all that.”
“I...I need to sit down.” She seriously did.
“Soon.” With two fingers under her chin he lifted her face. “No more talking about my cock with other men.”
For a second there, his wording dazed her, then she nodded. “Okay, sure.” She hadn’t meant to have that discussion with Armie anyway. “No problem.”
Smile going crooked, he added, “You can brag to the other ladies all you want.”
Jealousy spiked through her; he wanted the attention of the other women? “You—”
“Now, if we’re done with interruptions...?” He pulled her hands away and went back to one knee, dragging her panties down at the same time. “Step out.”
Sidetracked, she took in his position at her feet, his gaze level on her body, and nothing else existed. Another bright flash of lightning emphasized the stark intensity in his eyes as he took in her nudity.
No one had ever looked at her quite that thoroughly.
She no sooner had that thought than bad memories tried to intrude, memories of being scrutinized critically, against her will—
No. Ruthlessly, she quashed those thoughts.
She was with Denver—nothing bad in that. He was unlike any man she’d ever known, definitely better than most. When it came to ugly experiences, there was no comparison.
Keeping his focus on her body, he held her hand to steady her as she stepped free of the underwear. Brushing them aside with the rest of their discarded clothes, Denver said, “Jesus, Cherry, you have a smokin’ body.” He touched his fingertips down her belly to her sex. “I’m dying to taste you.”
With no more warning than that, he cupped her backside, pulled her forward, and pressed his face to her.
Gasping, Cherry sank her fingers into his hair and held on.
Apparently done waiting, his hands—easily twice the size of her own—roamed over her body while he treated her to soft, devouring kisses that forced her to lock her knees and use the wall for support.
Putting his palms to the inside of each thigh, he urged her to widen her stance. Once he had her arranged to his liking, he stroked two fingers of one hand into her, and used two fingers of his other hand to part her.
Another throaty growl of appreciation, and he closed his mouth over her throbbing clitoris, suckling softly while rasping with his tongue.
Oh God, oh God, oh God... His hair felt cool brushing her thighs, his fingers working inside her, pressing, and he kept making those low sounds of hunger...and appreciation.
Thunder shook the floor beneath them. Wind lashed the rain against the window. The strobe effect of the lightning increased to an almost constant flash.
Locking her hands in his hair, she cried out as he drove her higher, as pleasure drew her tighter. Like a powder keg with a short fuse, she surprised herself by exploding so quickly. Denver supported her easily, and good thing because she went boneless, her tripping heart leaving her breathless and far too weak.
CHAPTER THREE
DENVER SCOOPED UP her lax body and carried her to the bed, putting her on her back and then taking a step away so he could look at her as he took off his shoes and socks, pushed down his jeans and removed his boxers. The storm raged on, matching his turbulent lust.
How she’d come, the sounds she’d made in her pleasure and the taste of her, left him primed. He’d always known they’d be scorching together; the easy way he’d just gotten her off proved it.
Now he wanted more. A lot more.
Eyes still closed, she half turned, drawing one knee up to help hide her sex while crossing her arms over her chest.
That pose just fired his blood more. She looked equal parts timid and boldly sexual.
She had the most amazing breasts, big and soft and real, trembling with her heavy, broken breaths. In her pale throat he could see her pulse still tripping.
“Let me see you.” Gently, he clasped her wrists and moved her arms to her sides. “You don’t ever need to hide from me.”
