Page 19 of Heat Stroke

Her lips are soft and supple against mine. Her head is angled and her hands are cupping both of my sweaty and scruff covered cheeks. She lightly brushes her lips against mine once again before she gasps. Her hands tighten on my face as she starts to pull back.

Oh, hell no.

My hands curl over her hips as I yank her flush against me. I’m sweaty and disgusting, but she just kissed me. I’m taking full advantage of that.

She gasps again. Her lips part as her hot breath dances off my lips. My tongue slips past her own lips and teeth and slides against hers. Her back tightens along with her hands on my face. She’s squeezing the hell out of me. But then, she arches into me. Her chest presses into mine as her fingers splay and she caresses my face. She moans into my mouth as my tongue glides against hers before retreating and running over her teeth.

My fingers curl into the lushness of her ass as I moan in response to her.

Lifting her slightly, I turn us so that she’s pressed against the door. With the door at her back and me flush against her, I feel everything. Her nipples are beading and pressing into my chest, her hips part slightly, allowing me to nudge against her. My hardness meets her softness and I moan again as our mouths continue to feast on each other.

I have no idea how long we kiss. All I know is that my dick is rock hard and throbbing underneath the zipper of my jeans. I don’t care. I’m not moving. If I move, she may regain her sanity.

I like her like this… wild, uninhibited, wanton.

She sucks on my tongue and my cock jerks in response. My hands slip beneath the waistband of her jeans, digging into the bare skin at the top of her ass.

I don’t know why this is happening, but I know I don’t want it to stop.

Turning her head, she breaks the kiss, gasping for air. Her ragged breath bounces off my cheek.

I realize my breathing is the same.

Her fingers gently trace my cheeks as she pulls back. Her eyes meet mine and I wait for her to realize what just happened and slap me or knee me in the groin.

She does neither. Instead, she sighs. My head tilts slightly as I watch her uncertainly. Her cheeks pinken and she presses her lips together as her hands leave my face to rest on my chest. She pushes against me.

I know I should move my hands, but I just don’t want to.

Wren glances down and takes a deep breath before looking back up at me. She’s tall. Her head reaches my chin. I like it. She fits against me perfectly.

She sighs again and mutters, “That didn’t quite go as expected.” Her cheeks flush again and she pushes against my arms. I turn us both slowly.

Reluctantly, I release her and lean against the door as she crosses the room. Putting my desk between us.

Chapter Seven

Wren

Oh my, sweetbaby Jesus…

I was supposed to catch him off guard. I did… I think. But, then he took full control of the kiss.

And… can that man kiss!

I mean, I assumed he’d be a good kisser. Of course he would! However, I did not expect the world to tilt on its axis and the fucking oceans to start to boil… Much like my blood right now.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused in my life.

I feel like I need to drop my pants and squat in front of a fan to extinguish the inferno down below!

Good lord!

Do not fan your face and pull at your shirt to get some airflow, Wren!

Taking a deep breath, I walk across the trailer and tamp down theveryreal need to fan my face. I need to regain control… of my emotions and the situation.

Once the desk is firmly between us, I look across the room at Blaze. His breathing is still rapid and he’s leaning against the door with his hands hanging down by his sides. My eyes drift down and widen as I see the impressive length of his erection. He makes no effort to hide it.

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