Page 20 of Flirt Away

She glanced around. It was one thing to give him a hand job in a club where half the room was fucking. But in her backyard? Where any boaters driving by could see them?

Though itwasgetting dark.

But the lights would still illuminate her deck.

She held up her bra as he tossed her shirt to the side.

“You’re cute when you’re vulnerable,” he said. “If you’re really that uncomfortable, we can go inside. Whatever will make you the most at ease. But I want you right here, right now.” He traced a path down her jaw, across her neck, and to the center of her cleavage. “Was the other night the first time you’ve ever done anything like that in public?”

“Yes,” she managed, dropping her hands to her sides. Her bra fell to her feet.

He took a step back and licked his lips. His hands cupped the underswells of her breasts, and his thumbs gently rolled over her hard, tight, tingling nipples.

The world around her blurred. She couldn’t catch her breath. He’d barely touched her, yet every inch of her body lit up as if she were on fire.

“I know this is a weird question, and not that I ever want another man in our bed, but you never really answered my question about what the sex was like. And I’m asking about with anyone.”

“It was okay.”

He kissed her neck just under her ear. “Sounds like it’s been boring.”

“Pretty much.”

Swiftly, he turned her, pressing her against the railing. He cupped her breasts and wedged his knee between her legs.

She blinked and stared at the lights dancing on the lake.

His hands massaged her body while his lips did the tango across her skin.

“I don’t want you to ever settle forokayagain. Tell me what you like. What you desire. What you need.” He pinched and twisted her nipples and sucked on her earlobe.

She opened her mouth, but no words formed. She tried again. “This works.”

He chuckled, and his hot breath left her gasping for air.

Her lungs burned. She gripped the railing and focused on the gentle waves lapping against the breakwall.

Carefully, he undid her jeans and lowered them to her ankles, then helped her step from them. He ran his hands up and down her legs while dotting hot kisses to the backs of her knees. Her inner thighs. He tucked his fingers into her boy shorts, tugging at them, then rolling them over her hips. She’d never been with anyone who understood her body the way Zane did.

He gave her the kind of attention she’d been craving her entire life.

“Turn around, please,” he whispered.

She resisted the urge to cover herself as she rotated.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He pulled his shirt over his head and just stared.

She took a strand of her hair and twisted it between her fingers.

“That’s hot,” he murmured as he inched closer. He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, God.” She clutched at his head, threading her fingers through his long, wavy hair as she watched.

He glanced up and smiled before nibbling on her tight bud with his teeth.

She bit down on her lip and held him steady. “Don’t stop.”

“How about if I add this?” He glided his fingers up her thigh, finding her hard nub. He wiggled gently and then dove deep inside before repeating the action.

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