ADULT EXCERPT

He ravaged her with the desperation of a man starved, possessed, out of control. She tasted it all in his kiss. She tasted more, too. Passion, apology, anger, and fear collided in a tongue-tangle of wild insanity.

The electricity grew more intense as his hands found her flesh. He touched her shoulders first, flattening his palms as he dragged them along her arms. He caught her wrists, guiding her arms to her sides where he held them close to her body as he continued to devour her in mindless, sharp possessions of his tongue over hers.

Rhonda shifted in his lap, feeling the length of his rock-hard cock against her bottom. Gods, it made her senses go berserk! She wanted to feel him, needed to touch as much as she craved to be touched. She tried, but his arm around her back held her tight.

"Michael." She gasped hisname as he tore his mouth from hers only to claim her again in a feverish rush that turned her protests to moans of pleasure. She'd told him she wanted to feel. Damn if he didn't let her in ways she hadn't considered. Every moment of desire, every second of restraint between them since the second they met flooded through her in the wash of his kisses.

Too much.

She couldn't handle this onslaught of sensations.

Not enough.

She wanted more. She wanted it all.

"Do your feet hurt too bad to stand?" he asked against her lips.

"No." At the moment she barely remembered she had feet. Whatever ache she felt in no way compared to the pulsating throb in her channel. If she needed to stand in order to get him out of his pants, she wouldn't waste another second sitting here.

Michael helped her, his hands moving to grip her waist as he all but lifted her off his lap. When she started to stand beside him, he skimmed a hand up her right leg, raising it, guiding it until she straddled him.

Rhonda glared down at him, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind."

His chuckle sounded wicked. "I don't doubt that, but it's what I have in mind." He sat up straighter. Both hands moved to her calves and glided up over her knees, beneath the skirt of her dress, higher on her thighs, sparking magical sensations in her core.

She had dreamed of him this way, taking pleasure in doing as he wished with her, to her. His lips tilted in a devious grin that set her soul on fire. He scooted forward, pulling her to him in the same movement, and buried that devilish smile in the triangle of her panties.

The heat of his breath seeped through the satin covering her pussy and bathed the sensitized flesh in erotic flames. Her heart fluttered as her hips involuntarily thrust forward, seeking more. She wanted to feel that blaze without the barrier of the material between them. She shouldn't let this happen. Passion overwhelmed her too intensely to make him stop.

"Don't tease me," she heard herself plead.

"I don't plan to." Even as he answered her, his fingers delved beneath the thin layer of satin, pulling it aside to uncover her shaved pussy lips. "Geezus, I couldn't if I wanted to. So beautiful, just like I've dreamed. Do you know how long I've fantasized about having you like this?"

Cool fingers parted her sodden pussy lips. Rhonda's knees trembled even as any response skated out of her consciousness. She locked her fingers in his hair, both in an effort to remain standing and in an attempt to bring his mouth that last fraction closer. Madness ripped through her, bubbling in a cry of frustration. It never made it past her throat because his tongue found her clitoris and licked all sound from her being.

He tormented the pulsing bud until it swelled, circling and nipping with his tongue and teeth. Her head fell back on her shoulders as the sensations raced through her system. Acute pleasure, intense wonder, wicked need combined to form a precipice that defied reality. Then he licked further down, drawing her closer as he speared his tongue through the drenched folds of her intimate flesh. Her thoughts centered on a single word that left her on a gasp of wondrous pleasure.

"Michael!"

This was Michael bringing her to places she never before visited. This was Michael, who drank from her like a man stranded in the wasteland. This was Michael, who she'd wanted for so very long her mind attempted to convince her that she must be dreaming, because no way could this be happening.

His tongue probed her sodden entrance, delving inside to lick the inner walls of her channel, before retreating to find her clit once more. Her channel throbbed, weeping from the abandonment. Only the replacement of not one, but two fingers prevented her protesting cry from leaving her.

"I can't stand it." Claws of ecstasy pierced her insides, climbing the torturous path from her pussy to her head. She had never experienced a want for a man that hurt so desperately and in such a pleasurable way. She had never needed a man the way she did Michael.

"Neither can I," he growled against her clit, the sound animalistic, giving evidence of his own tormenting need. "Feel it, Rhonda. Feel the way your hot pussy stretches around my fingers." He wiggled his fingers in her channel, stroking and stretching her further, filling her deeper. "Feel the way your clit jumps when I rake my tongue over the swollen bud." He danced his tongue over her clit, lapping and flicking it until her hips bucked in his hold. "Feel it, Rhonda," he said again. "Feel me."

She did, absorbing every sensation, every stroke and lick until she whimpered from the extreme pleasure. His touch invaded her soul, canceling out all thoughts of right and wrong, of safety and preservation.

"Don't stop."