Dawn Endeavor 1: Fallon's Flame by Marie Harte (best love novels of all time TXT) 📗

Tentative yet open, she blossomed under his mouth and turned him rock hard in a heartbeat. He slid his tongue inside and groaned as her flavor burst on his tongue.

Her hands crept around his neck and pulled him closer. And then, without knowing how, he lost control of the kiss. The shy woman in his arms turned into a firecracker. She opened her mouth and teased his tongue closer, capturing his flesh and demanding a heady response. He rocked into her, wanting to feel the wetness he could sense building between her legs.

She held his hair tight and nipped at his lower lip.

“Fuck,” he said on a breath as he looked down at her.

Dewy eyed, rosy lipped, and flushed. So damned sexy.

He lowered his mouth again and let her have her way as she buried her hands in his hair.

The damned jacket she wore impeded his touch, and he slashed through it without thought, needing to put his hands on her naked breasts.

As if thinking it, he made it happen. Her shirt gaped, and her bra fell apart under a well-placed claw. Then his hands were full of her, the weight of her globes and the press of her taut nipples like lightning, setting off the fire of lust within.

“I need to be inside you, right now,” he rasped and traced a hand down her belly and under her skirt.

The thin triangle of her panties proved no barrier as he slid a his hand beneath the material and between her legs. Shoving his tongue inside her mouth again, he speared her with a finger, enticed by the feminine heat coating him. So tight, so hot. She fit his finger as if made for him, and he loved her responsiveness.

Olivia dripping wet was a fantasy come to life. Thoughts of how little he actually knew this woman paled in comparison to the lust riding him hard.

He wanted to impale her, to come inside her as many times as he could, then to change and do it all again.

The rabid thought slowed him down, and he knew he'd have to corral the beast. This time.

But he wanted more. Had to have more.

She tore her mouth from his. “Oh God. What are you doing to me?” She gasped and groaned when he grazed her clit.

He pinched a nipple, then circled to the other. Bending down, he took the ripe fruit in his mouth and sucked.

She cried out and squirmed in his hold, surging against his steely cock. Hungry to feel her all around him, he knew he'd come in seconds if he took down his pants. Instead he lingered on her breasts and pussy, laving her nipple with hunger before knowing he had to have more.

He withdrew his hands and knelt in front of her before she could protest. After tearing her skirt, he then ripped through her panties and shoved his face into her groin. The scent of her heat went straight to his head, and he prodded her thighs wider. Latching onto her full clit, he devoured her.

Encouraged by her desperate cries, he plunged a finger inside her, thrusting the way he intended to with his cock. Her walls clung to him, and she pressed her hips closer, pulling at his hair with a desperation that soothed his beast. His mate desired him. Wanted him.

He nipped at her clit and shoved his tongue inside her, stretching to fill her as much as he could.

She keened and rippled around him, coming hard into his mouth.

He continued to caress her, enamored with the scent and taste of the woman he knew, on a fundamental level, to be his. She satisfied the part of him that was always empty. Even his beast wanted her, to know all of Olivia, to possess her.

She shivered above him; whether from the cold or an excess of passion, he couldn't say. He rose to his feet, ignoring the discomfort of unanswered arousal. As much as he wanted to come inside her, the confusion and wariness on her face told him now was not the time.

“Easy, baby. I've got you.”

She continued to stare at him, slowly warming when he took her in his arms.

“I guess I'm easy, huh?” she said on a half laugh.

“Not at all. Tasty, though.”

She blushed and nestled her cheek against his chest, the gesture more intimate than what they'd just done.

Fallon couldn't explain it. He didn't believe in love at first sight. Had never been emotionally attached to any woman but his mother, and she'd passed long ago. He liked women; hell, he loved fucking them. But this, holding Olivia while his body throbbed in abject misery, had to be the best thing he'd experienced in a long, long time.

Chapter Five

“Are you okay? I worried when you didn't come back last night,” Ava said as she peeked around Olivia's door.

With Fallon's help, she'd sneaked back to her room, tattered clothes and all. She didn't know how he'd torn her clothes apart, but after that incredible, exhausting orgasm, she hadn't much cared.

This morning she felt more relaxed and bewildered than she'd imagined she would.

“Ah, I'm fine. Just groggy after such a long day yesterday. All this has been a bit much to swallow.” Olivia shoved a hank of dark hair from her eyes and sat up in bed. “What time is it?”

“It's after nine. I would have let you sleep, but the old ball and chain wants a group meeting at ten. Thought you might want to clean up first.” Olivia looked for her suitcases but couldn't find them.

Ava buffed her nails against her chest. “I unpacked everything for you while you slept.” She studied Olivia with a critical eye. “So tall, so pretty, all that long, black hair. And you don't even snore. You suck.” She stuck out her tongue, then closed the door behind her as she left.

What an odd woman.

Olivia stumbled out of bed, amazed her legs could hold her. As she showered in the adjoining bathroom, she couldn't