Her hands went to the fastening of his jeans. With a small tug, she opened the snap. "I shouldn't do this," she said. He heartily disagreed. She pushed his jeans down to his knees. "I'll probably regret it." He wouldn't let her feel regret. Somehow he'd make it okay- Her hand curled around him, and his thoughts shattered on a rough groan. Keeping his cock held tight in her small, hot hand, she climbed onto the bed to straddle his hips. She lifted her skirt; her panties were indeed gone. "Please don't ruin this for me, Logan." "No." Hell, no. "I won't." Sitting back a little, she stoked him once, then released him. "Can you put on this condom?" Where the hell had she gotten it? Screw it, he didn't care. He found her hand in the darkness and took the rubber from her. "Yeah, no problem." Amazing that he felt so close; it hadn't been that long for him. He shouldn't be so wired, so fucking desperate to get inside her. She was plain, timid, with a nondescript build and more secrets then he could count. She was a pawn in his scheme to corral the murderous Morton Andrews. But he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Sexy Snippets: Run the Risk by Lori Foster
Posted by Crystal @ RBtWBC at 9/03/2012 10:00:00 PM