Page 26 of The Alien's Private Redemption
Okay, this really must be a dream.
But if it was, he sure as hell didn’t want to wake up as she leaned forward and ran her tongue down the length of his shaft before drawing him into her mouth.
He let out a groan as her lips skimmed back and forth, tugging and sucking, eradicating his control as he lost himself in the sensations.
Just when his small amount of control was slipping, she drew back and pulled him down on the bed with her.
She’d had her turn.
Now he wanted his.
Rocking back on his knees, he hooked his fingers under the elastic of both her pajama bottoms and her panties and wrenched them down her legs. Her top had shifted up just enough for him to glimpse the creamy flesh of one breast, and he filled his hand with it as he used his other to spread her legs.
Dipping his head, he planted a kiss on the tender inner spot on her thigh that had driven her nuts the night before.
He couldn’t believe that he was getting to have this woman again, but he wasn’t questioning it. He was too absorbed in the essence of her, the way she smelled, the softness of her skin, the muted moans she made when he grazed her thigh with the whiskers on his jaw.
He tried to take it slow, to tease and tempt, but he had to taste her.
Only, she sat up and pushed him back instead, kissing his neck and nipping at his chest before climbing on top of him. He reached for the bedside drawer, grabbed a foil packet and covered himself before she straddled him, her hips already grinding against his as she reached for the hem of her shirt, then pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor.
“My god, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he stared in wonder at her beautiful body. Reaching up, he filled his hands with her breasts and elicited one of her soft kitten sighs as he rolled her taut nipples between his fingers.
Rock hard, he rubbed against her center as she writhed over him, arching her back and offering him an even better view.
She reached between them and guided him into her. Letting out a growl, he gripped her thighs, digging his fingers into her flesh as she rode him. Her hair was loose and wild, and she had a reckless abandon about her as she took what she wanted from him.
The night before she had submitted to him, but tonight it felt like she needed to be the one in control. And he was only too happy to let her be, almost losing his own control as he watched her run her hands over her belly and touch herself, taking charge of her own pleasure.
He recognized this for the gift it was—Lorna offering herself to him—so freely, still in control, but without inhibitions or reserve.
He’d spent the months in Texas fantasizing about her, dreaming of being with her, kissing her, touching her, but this was beyond anything he’d imagined. Everything about her felt so damn good.
Her breasts were lush perfection, and as she leaned forward, he pressed up to suck the tip of one taut nipple into his mouth.She squirmed over him, around him, and his control teetered on the edge.
Her movements quickened, and he could tell by the expression on her face and the way her fingers dug into his hip that she was close to the edge herself.
Arching his hips, he gave her everything she wanted, lost in the sweet ecstasy of her pleasure. Then her hands flattened on his chest, and she pressed her lips together as if in an effort not to cry out as she soared over the edge. And took her with him.
They knew they weren’t alone in the house, and trying to give and take pleasure while keeping quiet suddenly became a fun way to tease and tantalize each other.
She was driving him crazy, but they were having fun, and he was falling harder and harder for this woman.
He loved the way she laughed, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way she smiled coyly at him as she drew him to the brink of desire. Being with her was a gift he’d never imagined getting.
He pressed his lips together, stifling another groan as she straddled him again, but this time giving him a different view.
Then a knock sounded on his door and Dodge called out, “I just got the moo text. Junebug’s been in labor for thirty minutes. Meet us in the barn if you want to meet her calf.”
Chapter Twenty
“Oh shit,” Lorna said, then covered the giggle trying to escape her mouth as she and Mack scrambled from the bed and tried to find their clothes. Thank goodness Dodge had only knocked and not opened the door to tell his brother about the cow in labor.
She’d never be able to look him in the eye if he’d caught her naked and riding his brother in Reverse Cowgirl.
Mack tossed her panties toward her then shimmied into his boxer briefs and the pair of jeans he’d left on the chair beside the bed. She pulled her pajamas back on as quickly as she could then tried not to drool as he tugged a black T-shirt over his broad, muscled chest. A chest she had just been kissing and running her hands over.
A folded stack of Mack’s flannel shirts sat on the dresser, and she grabbed the top one and pulled it on over her pajamas. Probably shouldn’t show up to the barn and let everyone know she didn’t have a bra on.
