Smooth Finish

Blurb

Return to Esmerelda. Cody Marx had dated Jared Creed for a short time back in high school and she'd never forgotten him. But when Jared's stepfather died and his half-brother, Kenny, got into trouble, they drifted apart. Years later they both are now professional subcontractors working on the same remodeling project--the old MacKenzie Homestead just outside Esmerelda, Massachsuetts.

Cody and Jared have both changed and matured since those teen-age years, but will the innocent spark of passion ignited long ago burst into the blazing flame of revitalized desire?

Excerpt

Pushing the silky fabric of her dress off her shoulder, he again bared a firm, creamy breast for his attention. He teased with his fingers until he heard a soft sound escape from deep inside her.

Finding the zipper at her back, he slowly released it, drew the dress down her arms, and let it fall to the ground. In the process, she'd managed to unbutton his shirt and he now shrugged out of it.

Urgent to feel her flesh against his, he quickly divested himself of the remainder of his clothing as she did the same, then he lifted her, burying his face between the valley of her creamy, silky breasts, inhaling the scent that was uniquely hers.

He licked his way around each mound of firm, tempting flesh as she arched back to offer him better access. The weight of her body shifted as she raised her long, shapely legs to twine around his waist, opening to him, yielding.

Her hands urgently tugged at the mat of hair on his chest as though she were trying to get inside, and he wanted her there, inside him, surrounding him. The moist night air felt balmy, surprising for so late in August. It was a perfect summer night with a perfect full moon, the sound of calm waves lapping against the sandy shore, lulling the peace, yet in counterbalance to the raging bonfire building between them.

Cody's skin glowed eerily pale beneath the reflected rays from the moonlit sky. Her muscles tight and toned, gripped him close, her ass, beneath his palms flexed as she undulated and caressed his skin, her hands insistent.

His cock throbbed with the need to fill her, to feel her warm heat surrounding him. Urgently, he shifted her, knowing she was ready for him, unable to wait any longer.

He found her hot, moist center, felt the wet heat ease for him as he entered her. Damn, she was tight, so sweetly tight, and he eased his way slowly into the seething channel that sheathed him like the finest glove made to fit him perfectly.

Years of hard, physical work had left Cody without an inch of spare soft flesh, and her vaginal muscles now worked his hard cock as he entered her, tightening and releasing, spiraling him into heavenly bliss with each inch she took from him. He tilted his head back, and their eyes locked. He saw in her gaze that she knew what she was doing to him. Her eyes were ebony dark, dilated with passion, as he worked himself deeper.

He groaned as she tightened again, stilling his movements, then relaxing, allowing him deeper. Her pussy flirted with his cock, tightening and releasing, not enough to hurt, but to control, to make him feel every inch of his way inside her. She milked him and took from him, the soft walls of her channel like honeyed heat, until finally he was lodged completely inside her.

A watery bead of sweat slid down the side of his cheek and she leaned forward, drawing her tongue along the path on his skin.

"You taste wonderful," she growled as she began to move against him.

A bliss he'd never known rocked through him as she did so, her muscles tightening all around him. He turned with her wrapped around him, and walked toward the water.

"What are you doing?" she whispered as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.

"Cooling us off," he responded, the cold water of the lake caressed them both as he entered.

He heard her sharp intake of breath as the water cloaked them both to the waist, where he stopped. Wading toward the small dock, he leaned her against the edge for support as he began to thrust deeply inside her, enjoying the luxuriant feel of the water lapping against them, making them both slippery as he increased his tempo.