Page 125 of Nauti Intentions (Nauti 4)

This she had. She lifted her head as his lowered, parted her lips, and took his kiss, even as he took hers.

Lips and tongues touched, played together, stroked, and stoked the flames building inside them now.

She had his desire. Perhaps his distance had been because she had been surrounded by her family. And Natches had growled a lot. Timothy had doted on her and glared at Alex several times.

She had to let herself believe she could make this work. She had to let herself believe he loved her, and just didn’t realize it.

“Say it again,” he growled against her lips.

“Say what?” She was breathless, dazed with the need for more of his kisses, more of his touch.

“The word. ” His lips roved over her jaw. “Talk about my dick. God, you make me hot, Janey, when you talk dirty to me. ”

“You’re so naughty. ” A breathless laugh left her.

“Yeah, and so are my intentions toward you. ” He nipped at her ear. “Come on, talk dirty to me. Let me hear it so I can fight coming in my pants. I love it when you make me ready to come in my pants. ”

Her head tilted back. “I want to suck your hard dick,” she whispered. “All the way to my throat. ”

“Fuck!” His voice roughened.

“I want to do that, too. ” She pushed at his jacket, dragging it over his powerful shoulders to touch him, feel him. “I want to fuck you, Alex. I want to ride you like my own wild stud. Feel you hard and thick inside me, slamming into me. ”

“Hell. ” He lifted her from her feet and carried her through the short hall to their bedroom.

When he released her, he was teari

ng at his clothes, his cheeks flushed, his eyes thunderous. “Take your clothes off. ”

He tore off his shirt and yanked at his belt as she reached back and unzipped her dress.

“Can I suck your hard dick, Alex?” she whispered.

“God, you can suck any part of me you want. ” The hunger was brighter, stronger in his face than she had ever seen it. As though something had stripped away the last layer between man and lust.

She dropped the dress to her feet, leaving her clad in the black bra, thong, and smoky black stockings she wore with her pumps.

“Oh, sweet mercy. ” He toed his shoes off and pushed his pants and boxers from his muscled legs. “Get over here, baby. Suck my dick. Show me how much you want it. ”

She moved to him, slowly, watching his hands clench at his sides. His expression was tight, his cheekbones sharply defined and flushed.

“I love sucking your cock,” she whispered, loving the freedom to be naughty with him, to love him as she needed to.

Her hands flattened against his chest, smoothed down the tight, rippling abs as she went to her knees and let her hands encase the thick, throbbing shaft.

Alex watched her, both bemused and so fucking turned on by the sight of her that it was all he could do to hold back the cum threatening to spurt from the tip of his cock.

Small beads of it formed despite the ferocious control he held over himself. She licked those drops away and murmured her appreciation with a little moan. Her lips opened, parted, encased the engorged, darkly flushed crest, and she sank her mouth onto it.

Alex’s head fell back on his shoulders as a groan tore from his throat. Her mouth was like hot silk and velvet, her tongue rasping over the ultrasensitive head, curling over it, licking and tasting him as she sucked at the engorged flesh.

The fingers of one hand moved between his thighs and cupped his balls, her palm rolling against them in a way that, fuck, his toes were curling into the damned carpet it was so good. He almost yelled out at the pleasure. He might have, if she’d left him enough breath to do it. Instead, she seemed to suck that out of his lungs with the same hungry intensity that she was sucking the control from his mind and the cum from his balls.

He couldn’t touch her. He had to force himself not to touch her. Not her hair, her face. His hands were curled into tight, knotted fists as he fought back the urge to touch.

If he touched, he’d lose it. He’d have her flat on her back, with him buried inside her and pumping his release into the hot, liquid depths of her body.

He adored her. Adored her lips, her tongue, her little moans, her silken hands, and the hunger that blazed in her eyes. But as he watched her, he knew he adored her spirit, her fire, and the woman who was so afraid of losing what she loved.

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