amy-andrews

So, what...in the meantime, you just..._ He glanced at her then back at the road. __eny yourself?__m gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. __t__ okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home.__e shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn__ help but laugh.__orry, didn__ you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?___ot at all._ He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. ____ just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse.

Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.

He__ gone too far. He didn__ usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.

He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sinIf she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she__ be immune to him in any situation?

Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties

Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.

This what you want, huh?_ He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body. __e using you like this?_ His head lowered to her other breast, replacing the pinching with suction, soothing the stinging tip as his fingers tortured the other. Yes. This. Them using each other. That was what she wanted. What the hell was wrong with that? The irrational anger she__ felt in the car boiled up in her again. __uck you,_ she panted, grounding her head and shoulder blades against the wall as her left hand ploughed into his hair and she twisted her fingers hard. He didn__ even flinch and that just made her madder.

Shhh,_ he whispered, his breath hot at her ear. His cock was hot too, poised at her entrance. __ike this. I want to fuck you just like this. From behind. With your clothes on and your tits out and people on the street below completely oblivious. Stay really quiet._ He flexed then and pushed himself inside her but not all the way. __h god yes, fuuuuck.

His woman. Part of her knew she should object to the wording. She wasn__ his woman. They weren__ together like that. But the heaviness between her legs was blooming into something much fuller and fuck it, she liked the way it sounded on his lips while he pinned her to the railing and publically groped her.

I saw you on that field tonight, you rugby guys look like you were born knowing how to fuck.

So you know how to ride a horse and muster and...stuff.__e laughed. __es. I know how to do stuff._ He squeezed her ass again and muscles deep and low responded. __ountry boys know how to do all kinds of stuff.

The noise of his zip was like the drag of a fingernail down her spine, and Juliet moaned, helpless to stop, as he pushed first his jeans, then his underwear, down and off. He stood tall and proud in front of her, his abs taut, his shoulders back, his stare still fixed between her legs, dark and hooded and intense.His nudity was breathtaking, his cock jutting out thick and hard as he shoved his hands on his hips. It was a thoroughly arrogant pose. Like a prince. Or a feudal Lord. And her body responded in kind, waiting with baited breath for his next royal command, his next move. Knowing she__ do just about anything for him in this moment with the wild beat of her pulse echoing though her ears and her gut and the slick heat at her heart.Open her mouth. Roll over. Get on all fours. Beg.

He was so pumped, jumping up and down on the spot, showing off the taut lean muscles in his quads and calves so different to the bulkiness of a lot of the other players. He bristled with energy, shaking out his arms, flicking his fingers. Flicking off invisible globules of testosterone so powerful she could feel their pull all the way up here. He dropped his head from side to side to work his traps, bending at the waist right in front of the box to execute a perfect hamstring stretch.Ooh la freaking la.

There have to be rules though._ She pulled out of the kiss, withdrawing her finger as well, sliding it down his chin and throat, leaving a wet trail. __ules?_ Her gaze locked with his. __his can only be sex. Just seven weeks of utterly debauched, completely strings-free sex._ Her finger moved south, swirling around first one nipple then the other. __o expectations. No commitments. No getting attached. No crying like a baby and asking me not to leave.__yder laughed at the thought, but there was a husky catch to it as her finger trailed down his abdomen. ____ not going to fall in love with you,_ she continued. __nd you__e not going to fall in love with me. I will not give up my dream again, Ryder. Not for you, not for any man. Okay?

Spread your legs._ His voice was deep and dark, the glow in his eyes feral. This was what he__ looked like on the field tonight. Running the plays. Focused on the job.Dominant. Decisive. Certain.Male.

Calm down?_ Her voice went really low, her eyes glittering. __on__ tell me to calm down. I__ so freaking horny at the moment all I want to do is fuck. You got a problem with that?__er words slammed into his groin. He should have a problem with it. She was pissed at him but still perfectly fine with using him. There was something really fucked up about that. Unfortunately, no part of Ryder had a problem with it.

So, let me get this right._ He braked at a traffic light and yanked at the edges of his bow tie, reefing the knot undone, leaving the tails flapping open. __ou__e pissed at me because my friends don__ think you__e just some kind of fuck buddy?