Page 31 of Savage Secrets

With a growl, he grabbed her and crushed her to him. He ducked his head to slam his mouth over hers as she rose onto tiptoe to kiss him back. Their lips collided in a rushed kiss as passion took control of their senses.

He swung her off her feet. Taking two steps, he trapped her against the pantry door. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and hitched one thigh around his hip.

He ground his stiff cock into her pussy. Even through her jeans, he felt the heat of her desire burning.

For him.

Soft moans and whimpers pulled him closer. He deepened the kiss and latched on to her round ass, yanking her into his grinding thrusts.

“Dry humping in the kitchen wasn’t what I planned on, but I’m not stopping until you’re soaking wet for me.”

Her eyes glazed over at his dirty talk. Taking his hand, she guided it to her breast. Her nipple was already taut and straining for him.

“Fuck!” He tore off her top and dropped it on the old linoleum floor. Unable to stop the pounding need in his core, hepicked her up, one leg still anchored around his hip, and carried her to bed.

His boots thumped with each step he took. The driving need to get her under him—right now—was a burning coal in his gut.

He bumped off the doorframe, his shoulder taking the brunt of it. As soon as they cleared the door, Opal hooked her arms around his neck, yanking him down for another kiss.

Slanting his tongue against hers, he gathered her growing noises and stored each away in the back of his mind to savor later. When he was alone again, he wanted to recall the way she looked, the way she felt, the way she sounded and tasted.

His cock battered his fly, the length thickening with each pass of her tongue over his.

She’d listened to his confession…and she still wanted him.

Maybe not forever and maybe only within these four walls. After all, she had her reputation to uphold. But he’d take what he could get.

Cradling her head, he trapped her against the wall, kissing her for dizzying seconds. She grew wilder and wilder, and his need swelled until he couldn’t think.

She tore from the kiss, eyes glazed with passion. “Bed!”

He twisted, carried her a few steps and lowered her to the edge as gently as if she were made of bone china. To him, she was. Fragile yet strong as hell. He’d seen it with his own two eyes, and he admired her more for it.

As soon as she hit the bed, she reached for his belt. With quick movements, she tore open his belt, his fly…and drew his hard length into her silken hand.

Passion bubbled up in a guttural groan. He cupped her beautiful face and damn near died from want as she leaned in and closed her lips around his throbbing cock.

“Fuck!” He watched her take him into the back of her throat, her eyes fixed on his face as she tasted him.

Slowly, she drew back. His cock glistened in the faint light coming from the hallway.

She took him again—right to the root. Again and again, she sucked him deep, then let him slip through her plump lips.

“I won’t last. Ohh, darlin’…” Even though it damn near killed him to make her stop, he swung his hips backward, and she released his cock with a softpop.

“Clothes. Off. Now.” He bent to yank off his boots.

She made a quiet noise of desperation and scrabbled for her bra clasp. Her rounded breasts made his mouth water at the thought of licking and sucking them. He couldn’t get his jeans off fast enough.

She seemed to be in the same state because she trembled as she tore off the rest of her clothes. Turning her beautiful face up to his, she stared at him as if waiting for his next command.

“Lie back.” He stepped out of his lowered jeans.

With a shaky inhalation, she scooted up the bed and rested on her back.

“Spread your thighs, darlin’.”

“Oh…god…” Her chest heaved in panting breaths. She slid her legs apart.

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