“On your knees.” The erotic command sent wanton excitement exploding through her senses.

  Slowly, her gaze held by his, she went to her knees.

  His fingers slid into her hair, clenching it and holding her in place as he gripped the base of his cock and rubbed it against her lips.

  “I love watching my dick slide between your lips,” he confessed, his voice thick and rough. “Watching you suck it in as that hot little tongue licks over it. Suck it in, Eve. Show me how much you want it.”

  Her lips parted, her tongue curling over the engorged crest as he pressed inside, filling her mouth with the throbbing heat of his cock head.

  She wrapped the fingers of both hands around the thick shaft as she began to milk it slowly, her mouth tightening on the crest, sucking it deep as it filled the damp interior.

  Brogan’s hands clenched in her hair, his hips suddenly tense, the need to thrust inside her mouth filling him.

  Fuck. How had this happened? He’d been certain he’d never convince his sexually inexperienced little Eve to become so brazen and wanton.

  Eyes closed, her face flushed and absorbed in the complete sexuality overtaking her, Brogan watched as her lips stretched to take the broad crest.

  Her mouth suckled at the iron-hard flared head; she milked it with her mouth and hands as each draw sent brutal lashes of pleasure striking at his balls, surrounding his dick. Her delicate hands moved on the wide shaft, masturbating it in rhythm to the hungry draws of her mouth.

  “Sweet Eve.” He groaned, his body taut with the sweeping pleasure. “That hot little mouth makes me crazy.” His hips moved, thrusting shallowly against her stretched lips. “Your fucking mouth is so damned good. Watching my dick take your mouth is so damned hot.”

  Her lips tightened, her mouth drawing on the fiercely erect cock head. Her tongue lashed beneath the flared head, rubbing at the highly sensitive, nerve-laden area just beneath the crest.

  Exquisite pleasure tightened around the taut sac of his balls. Clenched tight beneath the base of his cock, his testicles throbbed, ached for release. He watched her lips surrounding the throbbing crest as he fucked in, pulling free, the glistening moisture followed by the lash of her tongue around the crest.

  His fingers held her hair, keeping her head firmly in place as he pressed deeper.

  “Take it, baby,” he crooned, encouraging her hunger. “Just relax. Breathe out and swallow.”

  His cock slid to the back of her mouth, and the feel of her swallowing against the tip sent jagged forks of sensation rushing straight to his balls.

  Brogan knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Hell, he didn’t want to last much longer. He wanted to watch her face, see her take his release as he filled her mouth with it.

  His thrusts increased, a ragged groan escaping his chest as he swore he could feel something more. He swore he could feel wild hunger, fierce pleasure, and a tempting adventurousness that he knew had to belong to her.

  He could sense her pleasure.

  He could sense her hunger.

  His cock slid faster inside her gripping mouth, sinking to the depths of it, feeling her moan ripple against the sensitive head. Each sensation, each strike of pleasure that began in the flared, responsive crest echoed stronger, hotter in his balls. Her hands stroked and milked the shaft; her tongue licked and lashed; her mouth sucked and tightened around it. Pleasure whipped through the hardened flesh, coalesced in his steadily tightening testicles before it exploded through his system.

  “Suck it. Fuck. Suck it deep, baby.” He surged to the back of her mouth as his head tilted back in furious rapture. Brogan felt the ecstasy explode in his balls before it rushed in furious release to the broad head of his cock.

  Throbbing, expanding in rapture, Brogan felt the first heavy gush of his semen spurting into her mouth as she struggled to take it.

  Each subsequent explosive eruption drew a ragged groan from his throat. With each pulse of semen blasting to her throat, she swallowed, sending spikes of ragged pleasure shooting through his system.

  Each spurt of his release jetting into her mouth, Brogan realized he felt more than he had ever felt before at the point of orgasm. He could feel his own release, feel it tearing through him, weakening his knees and draining his balls. But he felt hunger. A wild, tempestuous hunger that blazed with a heat that he knew could belong only to Eve.

  A heat he had a feeling would turn into a conflagration and burn them both to cinders.

  FOURTEEN

  Eve was shaking, arousal and pure white-hot need flooding her bloodstream and pounding through her veins. As she stood before him, her knees shaking and weak, her senses dazed from the excitement surging through her system, she watched as Brogan toed off his sneakers, then slipped his jeans from his powerful legs.

  He was still wearing the white, luxuriously soft cotton shirt buttoned to his chest. Those buttons were falling open beneath his fingers, though, revealing his powerful chest with its mat of red-gold curls and the almost invisible freckles she’d glimpsed the night before as the candlelight had gleamed off the powerful muscles.

  He was so incredibly tall and strong. It was one of the first things Eve had noticed about him: that strength and easy power that he wore so effortlessly.

  Moving to her, his hands framed her face, and though she hadn’t expected it, she watched in surprise as his head lowered to cover her lips with his.

  The kiss was deep, searing, and intimate.

  His tongue brushed over her lips, then over her tongue. He sipped at her lips, kissed them, drew her deeper into the twisting storm of sensation rushing through her.

  “God, how pretty you are,” he whispered, reaching out to touch her. “Come here, baby.”

  He sat down on the padded bench and his hand wrapped around the back of her neck. He pulled her to him. This time the feel of his lips moving over hers dragged a cry from her. The sound was so ragged it startled her, so filled with hunger it was shocking, even to her.

  Running his hands down her back to her thighs, Brogan pressed her legs apart before he moved one to make her straddle him before pulling her closer to him.

  She found herself straddling his lap, her rear resting on his knees as he kissed her with pure carnal demand. His hands gripped her rear, slowly pulling the curves apart until Eve felt the tingles of heat as the nerve endings in her puckered rear entrance revealed themselves.

  Was she insane to have pushed him as she had? To have revealed how much she had enjoyed the pleasure-pain sensations he had given her the night before? But how could she have hidden the knowledge of it from him when she responded so readily to the more intense pleasure?

  Whatever had happened the night before to bind them together hadn’t been the aberration she had thought it to be. It was still there, and she wasn’t the only one feeling it.

  As he urged her closer she knew where he wanted her, knew he wanted her as he helped her remove the cami and her bra.

  Easing his lips from hers, he kissed the line of her jaw, moving lower, drawing a cry from her as pleasure began washing through her.

  Kissing his way from her lips to her neck, he laid more of the stinging kisses to the base of her neck, where he paused, caressing the skin there with a sharp, fiery kiss that dragged a startled moan from her lips.

  Then one hand moved from her rear, slid beneath her breast, and lifted it, and he surrounded the small, pebbled tip with the heat of his mouth.

  “Brogan,” she cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck as she arched against him. “Oh, yes, please.”

  As he suckled at her nipple, his hand moved back to her rear, pressing beneath the fragile material of her skirt to find the naked flesh revealed by her thong panties.

  The hardened width of his cock was pressed between them, the heated stalk grinding against her clit as her hips moved, rubbing the tortured bud against the fierce heat of the iron-hard flesh.

  As she did she felt the hidden zipper at the side of her skirt
release, easing down before Brogan pushed the material down her hips and let it puddle on the ground.

  She was all but naked in his arms now. The cool mountain air touched her body, stroking it as the breeze drifted over it.

  His hands moved to her rear again, caressing and cupping the curves as his lips moved to her other nipple. He sucked it inside as well, laving the tip with his tongue and sending starbursts of pleasure exploding in her womb.

  One of his hands lifted, though she wasn’t certain what he was doing, because he didn’t move it to caress any other part of her body.

  Then it landed against the rounded curve of her rear in a firm, heated little tap of his fingers.

  “Oh, God!” Eve jerked in his hold, the muscles of her rear clenching, a shudder working through her body at the sensations flooding her system now.

  It wasn’t a hard blow. There was nothing painful about it, just a little startling.

  Then another landed.

  His lips drew on her nipples, first one, then the other. His teeth rasped against them, tugging at the taut tips as she arched in his hold. Her nails bit into his shoulders now, her head tipping back, her hair flowing around her and caressing her naked skin.

  The tap came again, this one just a little firmer, just a little heated against flesh that had already grown warm from the taps before it. With each heated caress a flame began to lick beneath her flesh and spread outward.

  With each firm, quick little tap to each cheek of her ass, Eve felt the heat blooming in her rear spread to her clit, to the delicate muscles and tissue in the clenched emptiness of her pussy.

  Sensations as shocking as they were arousing began to consume her, drawing muted, muffled little cries from her lips that she fought to contain.

  The next tap was followed by his fingers slipping between her thighs, gathering the slick, heated moisture flowing from her vagina. Drawing her juices back from her pussy, he used the tip of a finger on the other hand to rub against the clenched entrance of her anus.

  Another solid tap to her rear heated the flesh more, the sensation a stinging pleasure she was beginning to crave. She couldn’t get enough. It wasn’t burning enough. It wasn’t firm enough.

  His fingers slipped between her thighs again, drawing even more of the slick heat from her pussy and easing it to her anus. As his hand delivered another hot little tap, a fingertip rubbed more firmly against her back entrance.

  No more than two taps later he was able to use the same hand to gather the moisture outside her pussy to lubricate her anus further. His fingertip pressed against the little hole, pushing the slick moisture just inside the snug entrance.

  The next little slap had his fingertip pressing further inside as she ground her clit against the stalk of his cock. The hard shaft pressed against her pussy, the iron-hard, iron-hot flesh torturing her with the awareness of how desperately she needed to be fucked.

  With the next little blow to her rear cheek, Brogan gathered more of her juices as they spilled to his fingers, lubricated her anus further.

  “Push against my finger with your muscles here,” he ordered her roughly as he began rubbing the little hole. “Open for me, baby; I’ll do the rest.”

  His hand landed again; more of her juices were used to slick the little hole further; then, as his fingertip pressed against it, Eve fought to relax the muscles he caressed, pushing against the pressure.

  His finger slipped inside.

  Instantly the little hole clamped shut, shocking electrical flares of heat suddenly erupting in the nerve endings being stretched around the digit. He’d already penetrated the tight entrance, though. Her body’s instinct to clench around the intruder and then to try to push it out only aided in allowing his heavily lubricated finger to push farther inside.

  His hand delivered another firm, heated pat, the gentle slaps driving her crazy with the burning heat flaring beneath her flesh. Between the cheeks of her ass his finger moved inside her, stretching the tight entrance around it and burying inside her again.

  Pulling free, he dragged more of the juices collecting outside her pussy back to the tender entrance, pressed two fingertips against it, and began working them inside the tender channel.

  Rising and falling against him, Eve worked her hips against the broad heat of his cock, her clit on fire. Her pussy clenched and wept the slick lubrication he was using to penetrate her rear; she was desperate to be filled by the throbbing shaft pulsing between them.

  The two fingers penetrated her again, sliding inside her in one smooth thrust as Eve cried out, stilling against him as shudders raced through her body.

  “Lift,” he ordered harshly.

  She lifted against him, her knees braced on the padded edge of the bench as he used his free hand to maneuver his cock between them.

  “More.” The sexual roughness of his voice had her fighting to breathe as she lifted further.

  The flared crest of his cock pressed against the entrance to her vagina then, stretching it as another little slap landed on her rear and his fingers thrust inside her ass again.

  The penetration, the pressure against her pussy had her bearing down, feeling the thick crest penetrate her muscles with a suddenness that had her head falling against his shoulder and a cry tearing from her throat.

  “Brogan.” She sobbed, the demands her body was putting on her both confusing and frightening. “Fuck me now. Please. I can’t stand this.”

  “Just a little more, baby.” He groaned, his fingers pulling back, working more of the natural lubrication inside her before penetrating her again. “Just a little more.”

  She couldn’t wait just a little more.

  His hand fell against her rear again and Eve lost her mind amid the shattering sensations tearing through her body.

  The fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom registered only in the most distant part of her mind. The fact that his cock was inside her, working too slowly past the clenched muscles, wasn’t lost on her.

  Lifting against him, feeling the flared crest of his cock throbbing inside her, Eve lowered herself against the impalement, forcing him deeper, harder.

  His fingers pushed deeper into her rear, driving her to work her hips harder, to take more of him. His hand landed against her ass again in a firm little tap, almost a little slap, and sent a flare of such wicked heat racing through her system that nothing mattered but her desperation to reach her orgasm.

  The dual penetrations were building a pleasure so hot, so wild inside her that Eve couldn’t bear the rising tension whipping through her. Her thighs clenched his, straddling them as she rode the fierce length of his cock with desperate movements.

  She rose and fell, the heavy width stretching her pussy, stroking inside her as Brogan fucked her rear with his fingers and had her panting for air, fighting to scream out his name but unable to find the breath to do more than gasp.

  Perspiration gathered on her body as the heat inside her begged for relief.

  Brogan released the nipple he’d held in his mouth, his arm wrapped around her back as the fingers of the other hand thrust in an increased rhythm into the tender rear entrance and his hips began moving, driving his cock harder inside her, faster.

  The heat of the morning gathered around them; the heat burning in their bodies began to flare and flame with sensation, burning their senses. Eve felt the conflagration as it happened as though in slow motion: The rake of her clitoris against his flesh as he drove inside her. The brutal pleasure that seared delicate nerve endings revealed by the thick width of his cock stretching her with burning pleasure. His fingers stroking inside her anus, stimulating nerve endings that responded with a strident clamoring for more.

  Each sensation tightened, flamed, then erupted into an orgasm that shook her to her core.

  It imploded inside her before exploding outward, sending her juices gushing against the rapidly thrusting movement of his cock and the sudden, heavy spurts of his release spilling inside her.

  Her eyes open
ed wide in shock, met his, and that feeling of being a part of him was there again. As though time stopped and stilled for precious moments. As though nothing existed but the sensation of hurtling through space, locked in an ecstasy that neither of them could escape, and both of them shared—merging, melding, ecstasy that sealed them together for an impossible moment in time before hurtling them from an edge of such rapture that nothing else mattered.

  Eve collapsed against him, only barely aware of the moment he fell backward on the bench, cushioned by the pad beneath them as Eve’s body was cushioned by his.

  One arm locked around her, ensuring that she stayed in place, as they both fought to catch their breath.

  Their hearts raced; their breathing was ragged, frantic.

  Nothing existed outside the place they’d found for this one fragile moment. There was no danger; there was no anger or pain, confusion or impending heartache. There was nothing but the two of them, the pleasure that had bound them, and the certainty that, like an addiction, the need to touch, to taste, to hold each other again would be one for which denial would not be an option.

  * * *

  Finding the strength to pull themselves from the bench and dress took a while. As Eve pulled the thin silken camisole shell over her head and adjusted the thin straps over her shoulders, she looked up at Brogan.

  Securing the dark leather of the belt at his hips, he hadn’t yet straightened his hair. The coarse, red-gold strands had fallen over his forehead and now lay disheveled around his head.

  Scratching at his chest, he leaned down, snagged his shirt from the rug that lay over the stones, and pulled it over his arms. As he began securing the buttons, his gaze lifted as though drawn by the thought that suddenly seared her mind.

  “What?” he asked absently, snagging his sneakers and untying them before propping himself against the heavy support column and pulling them over his feet.

  “You didn’t use a condom,” she stated, watching him closely.

  He paused for a moment before resuming with his shoes. Pulling the other one on, he tied them quickly before straightening and staring back at her.