Page 44 of Eagle

I let my eyes roam up and down his magnificent body, which was only adorned in boxer style swimming trunks. They hung low on his lean hips, revealing that enticing muscle that drew my eye to follow it where it disappeared beneath his trunks.

I licked my lips and met his eyes, determined not to let him get to me. It was difficult to do, because I already knew what it felt like to be claimed by him. To have his big cock inside me scratching that itch that I seemed to get whenever he was near.

“Coming for a drink?” Eagle asked as I made a beeline for the cooler.

I laughed. “You didn’t think I was coming to see you, did you?”

“You look fucking hot in that swimsuit.”

His eyes dropped to my breasts, and he shocked the hell out of me when his finger drew a straight line from beneath my throat all the way down into my cleavage. Jesus, what was he doing? I cleared my throat and pretended that his intimate touch hadn’t just caused my clit to tingle. “Thank you.”

His grin turned into more of a lecherous stare that suggested naughty things. “Your eyes are dilated.”

I ran the tip of my nail down his exposed chest and abdominal muscles in much the same way he had mine, only I didn’t stop there. I continued down over his cloth-covered cock, surprised to find that he was hard. “So are yours,” I rasped with growing arousal.

He dropped his cooking utensil and reached for my hand. “Come here.”

The next thing I knew, Eagle had pulled me behind the big tree. I opened my mouth to ask him what he thought he was doing. “Eagle—”

He jerked me against him roughly. I gasped at the sudden impact of our bodies, unable to turn away from the predatory look filling his eyes. His hand went to my hair, and then he tilted my head back and slammed his mouth down on mine.

I moaned beneath the onslaught of his sensual attack and opened my mouth to the firm, grinding pressure of his. Our tongues danced as Eagle crushed me against his hard body. It was a brief, hard kiss that set me on fire and left me panting for air. He was not unaffected either.

“Don’t know what it is, but I can’t keep my fucking hands off you when you’re near.”

“Same,” I breathed against his mouth as I arched into his erection.

“You’re like a fucking drug,” he grated against my lips. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip. “Be glad we aren’t alone, or I’d be fucking you up against this tree right now.” I laughed huskily. “Your pussy was made for me, darlin’.”

His words caused me to tremble with arousal.

“What the fuck, Brother!”

We both turned toward the outraged voice to see Mac flipping hamburgers. “The burgers are burning!” He jumped back at the flames that shot up toward his face. “There’s a time and place for everything.” He shot me a wink.

“Fuck you, Brother,” Eagle smirked. He moved and opened the cooler before peering up at me. “Beer?”

I needed something cold to douse the fire that was racing through my blood. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

He popped the top and handed it to me.

“Thanks.” I took a long drink, looking at him over the rim of the can.

“Good thing I came over for a hotdog,” Mac quipped. He snatched up a plate, grabbed three hotdog buns, and proceeded to fill them with relish, onions, mustard, and ketchup before slapping hotdogs on top. He gave us a last grin and then headed for the picnic table.

“So, had a chance to talk to your brother yet?”

I couldn’t believe how fast Eagle had flipped the switch. I was still reeling from the sexually charged moment between us, weak-kneed and heart racing. I put the can of beer against my neck to cool down and shook my head. I could tell by the pressing of his lips that my non-verbal response wasn’t what he wanted.

“Hungry?”

“I could eat something.”

He grabbed a paper plate and put a piece of chicken on it.

“This looks really good.” I accepted the plate from him and pulled at some of the dark and crispy skin, my favorite part. He grabbed a leg and took a bite.

“Spoke to Wolfe.”

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