He squeezed her tighter. Gently, he kissed at the nape of her neck. With each kiss, the tension trickled from her body like snowmelt rushing down a mountain. Soon, she turned to face him, their mouths mating, his greedy hands cupping her breasts.
With her in his lap, he began to grow, stiffening and lengthening under the weight of her bottom.
“I can feel your ‘Big D,’” she said with a sneaky smile.
“You know you’re the only person who thinks that ‘Big D’ stands for something raunchy, right?”
“Oh yeah? What about that waitress?”
Dane groaned. “Notheragain.”
“Sorry! No more! I promise.”
Eager to make him forget, she reached a hand between his legs and began to stroke him over his underwear. With each stroke, the surface of the water tinkled and rippled.
Dane let the back of his head rest against the stone wall with a long, pleasured groan.
“Hell yeah, babe.”
Chapter 23
Austen
Austen wasn’t sure how far she was willing to take things with the hockey player. But after telling Dane about her past, she feltfreedof something, like she’d finally escaped the weight of an awful burden or healed from an old, painful trauma.
He’d accepted her, even when he had every reason to hate her.
He made her feel at peace, even when the rest of the world was going mad on her behalf.
He made her feel pretty.
He made her feel sexy.
He made her feelwanted.
Before she knew it, they were kissing again, hotter and heavier than before. The wine may have had something to do with it—but she knew she was just as drunk on lust for the handsome hockey hunk, too.
And she couldn’t deny it—he wanted her, badly. His desire for her was an aphrodisiac all on its own. He couldn’t keep his hands off her—his large hands possessively pawed at her curves and squeezed and slapped at her bottom.
The truth was, she’d never been so turned on in her life.
Before long, she reached a hand into his boxer briefs. He was so girthy, it was a struggle wrapping her fingers around him. He throbbed in her hand, making soft little grunts and manly groans as she jerked him.He looked so manly and sexy, even as he surrendered to pleasure.
“Babe,” he said, muzzling her as he whispered into her ear. The sandpaper grit of his stubble scraped against her cheek.
“Yeah?” she sang.
“I want you to suck my dick.”
A quiet gasp escaped her. She loved it when a man told her what to do. “Yeah?”
He nodded, his features darkening with delight. “Yeah.”
She bit her lip. “How do you like it?”
He hopped out of the water and sat on one of the alcove’s slate slabs, the water coming up to his knees. Crouching in the water before him, Austen pulled off his boxer briefs. His manhood sprang up and outward, swaying in the air with an intimidating heft.A branching vein spanned the length of it.
AndGod,the size of that cock. She’d never seen anything so thick and long. She started to have doubts.
