Authors: Savannah Stuart
Tempting Alibi (9 page)
two people in the world.
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As Michaela slowly peeled off her top, Scott felt as if his heart would stop. It didn’t
seem to matter that he’d seen her naked a couple dozen times, his cock ached and
pressed against his jeans, begging to be unleashed. Begging to push deep inside her.
And she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His gut clenched when he realized
she wasn’t wearing a bra. His body demanded to feel her skin against his and the only
way that was happening was if he managed to get his clothes off.
But first, he wanted her out of her jeans. He needed to see more of her. All of her.
He grappled with her button and zipper and then managed to shove her pants to her
ankles. She still had her boots on, which limited her mobility. The thought of her at a
slight disadvantage was insanely hot.
As quickly as humanly possible, he stripped off his shirt then unzipped his jeans
before quickly rolling on a condom. He didn’t even bother with boxers around her. It
was pointless.
Threading his hands through the curtain of her hair, he cupped the back of her head
and sought out her mouth with his. As he swept his tongue across hers she clutched
onto his shoulders. He loved the way she held on to him as if her life depended on it.
Each time they made love she gripped him with a fierce need that humbled him.
The energy humming through her was practically rolling off her in waves it was so
potent. With his free hand he slid his hand around her waist, then strayed to her ass.
She still wore her thong but the scrap of material was basically nonexistent. He hadn’t
bothered pushing it down with her jeans when all he needed to do was shove it to the
side.
Moaning, she rubbed her breasts against his chest like a cat in heat. The woman
made wild, purring sounds as she tangled around him.
For once, he needed to restrain her. “Michaela.” He pulled his head back and spoke
softly against her cheek.
“What?” she panted.
“Do you trust me?”
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That stilled her. She bit her bottom lip nervously but nodded. “Of course.”
“Put your hands behind your back.” He didn’t tell her why or what he was going to
do.
She stared at him for a moment then nodded and did as he said. Blindly he reached
behind the bucket seat and felt around on the floor until his hand clasped what he
wanted.
When he pulled the small bungee cord up, her eyes widened but she didn’t move.
His cock felt like a club between his legs but he forced himself not to blindly thrust into
her the way he wanted. Not yet.
He secured her wrists against the steering column. The action pushed her breasts
out farther and with her legs spread wide around him and her hair tumbling wildly
around her face, she looked like a goddess. A wet dream come to life.
Without taking his gaze off hers, he pushed her thong to the side and strummed her
clit with his finger. Just a light teasing. Each time he stroked her, she jerked against his
hand. Her hips continued to roll against him but he wanted to drag this out. Give her
more foreplay.
He leaned forward and teased her nipple with the same light pressure he was
giving her clit. It was enough to drive her crazy but not enough to give her what she
wanted.
When she let out a frustrated moan, he pushed one finger inside her, testing her
slickness. She was tight, but wet. He pushed another finger in and she opened herself
wider for him. Well, as wide as she could. Her jeans created a kind of manacle around
her ankles.
“I don’t want foreplay. Not now. I just want to feel all of you.
Please.
”
That’s what he needed to hear. The desperation in her voice sent an arrow straight
through him.
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He withdrew his finger and pushed his hips up. When she started grinding against
him, he completely buried himself inside her, filling her as deep as he could go.
She let out a tiny cry, and he momentarily stilled. She was wet and willing but still
tight. It didn’t matter how many times he had her, the woman was always tight. As she
moved against him in a desperate rhythm, he gripped her hips and thrust upward.
He held on to her so hard he knew he’d leave bruises but he didn’t care. He was
marking her. She was his and tonight had only confirmed his feelings for her.
It was almost impossible to believe he was here with her. Only a week ago he’d
been trying to figure out a way to simply say hello to her without breaking into a
nervous sweat. Now he knew they were meant to be together. All that social-class
bullshit had just been something for him to hide behind.
The damn woman had such a tight hold on him, he wondered if she realized how
much power she had over him. Slight tremors shook his entire body as he restrained
himself from coming. As soon as he’d entered her, it had been like sticking his dick in
an electric socket.
When her breathing started coming in short, rapid gasps and her inner walls started
contracting around him tighter and tighter, he knew how close she was.
The gorgeous woman was moving fast and frantic and before he realized it, she
surged into orgasm. Her thighs tightened around him as she came and she leaned back
against the steering wheel. It shook underneath their pounding.
Wild, explosive, and red-hot. She was like a package of dynamite.
As she cried out, he let himself go. Grabbing on to the steering column behind her
so he wouldn’t bruise her skin even more, he drove into her until he was completely
spent. Even after he’d started to soften, his cock thrust into her with blind desire.
Somehow he forced his hands to work and he untied her. With a sigh, she fell
against him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. “Wow.”
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He grinned against her hair. He couldn’t think of a word more perfect to describe it.
“Wow is right.”
The smell of sex hung heavily in the air, and even if he might be ready to go again,
she definitely wasn’t.
He’d pounded into her hard and fast, and even though she’d been dripping wet, he
had a feeling she might be a little sore. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shook her head and her red hair tickled his nose. “You could never hurt me.”
And he wouldn’t. Hell, he couldn’t. She meant too much to him.
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About the Author
Savannah Stuart has been reading romance for as long as she can remember but she
didn’t always know she wanted to be a writer. After graduating with a degree in
psychology and working too many jobs she hated, she finally figured things out. When
she discovered erotic romance, she knew she’d found her niche. Her stories have a
touch of intrigue, suspense or the paranormal, but the one thing she always includes is
a happy ending.
She lives in the south within walking distance of the beach with her very own real-
life hero, their dog and a couple of turtles who have adopted them.
Savannah welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email
address on her author bio page
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