Page 73 of Stockman's Stowaway

‘Whatever you want.’ He felt the hunger in her voice, and the eagerness she displayed made him want to roar. He thumbed her chin to part her rosy lips wider, then when the tip of her tongue touched his, it fractured and heated something inside his chest.

Mia was so sweet, he wanted to be gentle with her. But she responded with a purring sound from her throat, while her fingernails raked down his chest—he wanted skin. And now.

He flipped her over, pressing her back against the cushioning swags, his knees on the roof of the ute gave a muted thud as he tucked her against him. Her hands scraped along his back, to tease the edge of his shirt free from his jeans. Suddenly, there was nothing shy or gentle about this, even if it was going too fast, with his body stiffening as she ground herself against him.For fate’s sake!

Dragging his lips from hers, he grabbed her wrists to regain control. Pushing her hands above her head had her back arching, her taught shirt displaying her hard nipples, as her lips parted, and he was swimming in a whole new world of trouble.

‘My beautiful Mia.’ Her name belonged on his lips.

They stared at each other, as the world crawled to suspend time in a place where wishes did come true. She was his Christmas morning, his sweet summer surprise, the New Year’s desire, and his birthday blessings all wrapped into one sweet prize that his fingers slowly unwrapped, button by button down her shirt as his lips traced her slender neck that stretched back to give him access.

His teeth skated across her bottom lip, unleashing a hum of pleasure that made her smile just as his mouth sank hot and light against hers, coaxing it to stay open for him. She tasted like sweet summer desserts, as lashings of heat raced over him to thicken his bloodstream. Her sweet moans made his body stiffen rock hard. Far too soon.

Desperate to control himself, his hand swept up the side of her neck, his fingers curling into her hair as she sighed into him as he kissed her again, only this time slower, deeper, yet somehow rougher and tastier.

When her greedy tongue found his, suddenly they were all groans and hands, exploring, wild and free. No regret, no fears, nothing holding them back except their clothes.

This woman was in control, pushing him to sit back. She followed to hook her legs around his waist, sitting right over his hard length that was tight against his jeans. ‘I’m going to make this so good for you, Cap.’

Before he could respond, she stood, the buckles on her baggy overalls rattled before they fell in a whisper of material. She kicked off her boots and ripped off her shirt, exposing all her soft curves under the moonlight.

This wasn’t a dream. This was truly happening.

Twenty-six

The way Cap looked at her as he knelt before her, made Mia feel like a queen. The way his hands slid around her waist to the lace edge of her panties had her shivering. His fingers softly ran back and forth along the top edge of the material, and her body broke out in goosebumps.

It only got better as his warm soft lips traced over her skin, as he lowered the lacy material down her legs. Then he ran his hands up her shaking thighs, and her body was so hot and wet in readiness for him that she started to pant in short sharp breaths.

Never had she been naked under the starry sky with a man on his knees for her, attending to her, caring for her with his fingers and tongue to caress free her inner secrets and desires. He had her burning so brightly she could barely stand as her body trembled. It wasn’t just stars she saw in the sky but exploding stars behind closed eyelids as her body unleashed a new heaven.

Standing, he ran his hand tenderly down the side of her face and neck, as he stood before her with his eyes blazing with hunger that looked her over inch by inch, then as a whole.

‘Why are you still dressed?’

His grin was lopsided, but sweet sassy malassy, it was the sexiest smile she’d ever seen from this man.

She helped Cap rip off his shirt, push his jeans down, and then he was gloriously bare before her.Dayumhe was thick, strong, and a perfect example of masculine beauty.

‘I don’t have any condoms.’

‘It’s okay, you’re safe. We’re safe. I made my ex wear them.’ Which might have been on a subconscious level for some reason. ‘But with you, we’re safe.’ And she felt safe with Cap.

Plus, it was too late to explain everything now. Not while she was in a place with no walls, butt naked to the world, standing high in the sky. Somehow, this man had drugged her with his midnight kisses that came with lots of stolen soft touches, and she needed more.

Stepping towards her, he gently tugged on her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Her lips parted, eager to kiss him again.

She swallowed without any nerves, but quivered with anticipation as his free hand trailed a finger down her neck, over her racing pulse, opening his palm to cup her aching breasts.

The moan he unleashed inside her was so foreign, she nearly buckled to her knees.

His arm snaked around her back for support, allowing her to arch back, as his hot, hungry mouth worked from one breast to the other. All she could do was hold on to his strong shoulders, as his hard length pressed against her lower body.

When he suddenly lifted her to gently lower her to their bedding, the weightlessness surprised her.

Then he was above her, where once again the stars surrounded him like the fallen angel he was, and she willingly opened herself for him.

One of his hands pressed on the linen beside her head, as his other hand clamped onto her leg. His wide finger span covered her thigh, while wearing a look of pure admiration in his eyes.

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