Page 70 of Mr. Dangerous

So I kissed him. I pressed my lips hard against his until I felt him give, his tense shoulders dipping slightly under my palms. He wrapped his arms tight around my waist and pulled my body into his. His lips parted under mine, invitingmein.

Foronce.

I pulled away, shaking my head. "I don't know that I'd say relationship?What's wrongwithyou?"

He groaned into my hair. "I don't know. But don't walk away from me,notnow..."

God, if only I could. If only I could keep Rob from seeing how powerless I felt in the wake of wanting him. Rob was the ocean wave, and my feet kept slipping in the surf, unable to resist his pull towardsthesea.

I looped my fingers through his belt loops, holding his hard body against mine. My knuckles brushed over the rough denim of his jeans, the warm skin over the indent of his hips and the firmness of his six-pack even through his t-shirt. Then his lips were against mine again, full of passion. The firmness of his mouth against mine, as if he would possess me, was countered by the softness of thosepinklips.

He tasted like mint Chapstick and future agony and I didn't have it in me to care any more about thefuture.

Rob's hand on my lower back slipped under my waistband, his fingers warm against my skin, and I gasped into his shoulder at the intimate touch. His hand cupped my ass cheek, caressing the weight of it in his hand, and it seemed unfair that he could touch me so intimately when I wasn't touching him like that. Yet. As we kissed, my fingers worked blindly on the buckle of his belt, the button and zipper of his jeans. Fumbling with his clothes, touching his abs and that rock-hard pelvis, made my heat forhimgrow.

He smiled into my kiss, his lips on mine quirking up, as his hand fell over mine to push the button through. I slid my hand into his jeans, feeling the warm bulk of him through his boxers, and I grabbed him. Tight. Rob's smile against my lipswidened.

"Are we really doing this right here?" hemurmured.

"There's no one around," I murmured back. My hand stroked deeper, past his cock to take his balls firmly. I'd read inCosmoonce that you shouldn't mess around and be scared of the balls; act like youownthem.

Rob was kissing me again, and he certainly didn't seem to mind. His hand retreated from my jeans, his hands wrapping around my hips, and for a second I was disappointed. Then he picked me up, and I twined my arms and legs around him, surprised. The feel of his muscular abs under my thighs, of his shoulders under my arms, wasmagnetic.

"There's a picnic bench," he murmured into my ear. "The ground ismuddy."

"You're such aromantic.”

Rob carried me down the moonlit path to a picnic bench. When my feet touched the ground, I stroked my hands down his chest and abs, but he took a step back. He pulled his t-shirt over his head in one swift motion, revealing those powerful arms and the V of his waist. Then he spread the t-shirt over the edge of the picnictable.

Rob picked me up and set me on the table, and I felt the hardness of the wooden table beneath my ass, even through the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Rob pulled my jeans down, kneeling in front of me, working them over my thighs, and I kicked them away. Rob was grinning as he snatched them from mid-air. "I'm trying to keep them out ofthemud."

"I don't care,"Isaid.

He tossed the jeans onto the table behind me, pressing his lips to the edge of my panties. At his constant, firm kisses, the working of his mouth along the elastic band, I felt my head roll back. Above me, the trees shaded us from the view of even the stars; I glimpsed their silver light sporadically between the spidery web of branches above. But my glimpses of the sky were the most beautiful night sky I'd ever seen, as Rob worked my panties down my thighs, his mouth following in trace, kissing his way down my legs. He kissed the inside of my ankle, the arch of my foot, as if he loved every bitofme.

Then he stood, tossing the underwear onto the table too. I knew he was trying to get back down to continue his slow loving of my most intimate places, but I wrapped my arms around him, drawing him close, my lips seeking his again. As we kissed, I yanked down his jeans and boxers so I could stroke him again, feeling his lips part against mine inpleasure.

But he still pulled away from me to kiss my inner thigh. He kissed inwards until his lips pressed against my center. His eyes flickered up to mine, gauging my reaction. Those blue eyes, warm and interested in my pleasure, were the most beautiful eyes I'deverseen.

His mouth parted, his tongue gliding, exploring, tasting me thoughtfully. His mouth began to work against me, his tongue pulsing steadily inside, stroking my clit hard every time he pushed inside me. I felt my hands tighten on his shoulders as the heatbuilt.

"Stop," I murmured. "I'm about to come, and I wantyourcock."

His eyes crinkled at the corners. He turned his face to kiss my inner thigh again, and then stood, his leanly muscled torso between my thighs. "Those just might be the sweetest words in the Englishlanguage."

I felt my cheeks flush slightly. "I don't usually talklikethat."

"Well, I love it," he said. He lifted my chin to kiss me again. His hand on my jaw felt soright.

I wrapped my thighs tight around his body, pulling him in. He bent to grab a condom from the pocket of his jeans, and I grinned. "You knew we'd end up having sex in thewoods?"

"To be honest, I'm always hoping for sex with you," he said. "In the ocean. In the woods. In theSuburban."

"We should reclaim it," I said, thinking of the trauma of thecarjacking.

"Yes," he said softly. "I like the way youthink."

Then I was easing myself even closer to him, my fingers biting into the hard wooden edge of the picnic table, as he pressed his cock against me. He thrust inside me, and I let my head fall backagain.

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