Page 76 of Wrong Side of the Tracks

“Discussion. Mm. Our bodies talking to each other.”

“Yes,” she murmured, then swallowed audibly.

“You’re sure?”

Julia let out a long breath, then spoke quietly, her voice cracking a little. “I am. Something tells me I’ll regret it if I don’t do this with you. Hooking up with a guy I don’t know … I haven’t done it.”

Considering the earlier confidence she displayed, the uncertainty and admission surprised him. “Are you scared?”

“Hell no. I’m so excited I can barely breathe.”

“Come with me, Julia. Let’s take care of you.” Tarik inclined his head toward the enormous trees and the velvety black shadows. “There’re large trees that will give us privacy.”

She walked next him, holding his hand as he led them into the opening among the giant oaks. He stopped and looked around. They were hidden.

“Can you see?” He brushed her face with his knuckles.

“Better than I expected. Just enough light from the moon.”

“Maybe keep your tank on. The bark—”

She was already pulling it over her head. Christ, she cut to the chase. Her tits looked ready to spill out of the bra. She reached up and freed her hair and shook it. Fuck. It was thick and glossy, past her shoulders.

She reached in front to undo the front clasp, but he placed a hand over hers.

“Let me.”

She stepped toward him, eyes heavy-lidded with lust and wearing an expectant expression. “You said rough.”

“Fuck me and find out, Julia.”

“I intend to.”

She gasped as he made quick work of the bra and palmed her breasts. They overflowed in his large hands. He worked the nipples into tight buds.

Their breaths were frenzied.

Tarik was so damned hard; she was going to have trouble with his zipper. He wondered if he should take her immediately or draw it out until both of them had to chase the burning ache? Savoring her would best satisfy them both and hopefully be memorable, if he could last.

Julia shivered as his hands released her breasts and skimmed lightly over the soft skin of her firm belly to unbuckle the belt holding up the jeans. He undid the fly and they puddled to the ground. She kicked them away. All she wore was a matching thong. Jesus. Sleek, toned legs.

She hooked her thumbs in the sides of thong. “Off?”

Tarik groaned. If possible, he was harder. “Not yet,” he said hoarsely, pulling the tee over his head and dropping it on the ground.

“I want to touch you.” She didn’t wait for permission.

He liked that she didn’t rush. Her hands were warm on his skin, her expression thoughtful as she explored the inked planes of his shoulders, chest, and abs. Julia paused at his belt and gave him an impish smile as she undid it and then, with some effort, his button fly.

His fingers easily circled around her slender wrist, thwarting her from grasping him.

Her eyes snapped to his, confused.

He pressed his forehead against hers, then looked deeply into her eyes. “Both hands. One on my balls and the other on my cock. Make me feel good, Julia, but do not make me come. That’s for you.”

He eased his fingers under her thong and her eyes opened wider as he slid one finger and then two into her wet channel.

“I’m going to make you feel good, too. No coming,” he said sternly. “I’ll stop.”

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