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She reached up and planted soft kisses along his throat. Michael gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as his overactive imagination presented him with vivid images of her on the Charger’s hood. As eager as he was, she just wasn’t the sort of girl to be into that sort of thing. And he wanted to treat her right.

Yeah, right Thrivener, so taking her to a cheap motel to get laid is treating her like a lady, is it?

Unlike her almost sensual purring, his was more of a soft growl, like a drowsy bear that just woken from its winter hibernation. Coming down from the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, Jasmine sighed and wriggled her hips back and forth, teasing the hardness pressed where she needed it most.

He leaned forward to kiss her again and she whimpered against his lips. His hand in her hair clenched. She gasped softly as he tugged her hair, gently pulling her head and tilting her lips to where he wanted them. He had a soft, yet stern way with her. Just right, it thrilled her down to her toes.

Holding her still, he drank from her lips. Long, drugging kisses. Her heart pounded as her pussy clenched hard in anticipation. Heat and need rolled through her in equal measures surprising her. Normally she came once, and that was it. She was ready for sleep. Not this time.

Her clothes, hell even her skin, felt too tight and constricting. She wanted him, wanted the hard cock she could feel pressed against her, buried deep inside her. Panting, she broke away. “We really do need to move. You…”

She stopped and blushed. She didn’t want to take him back to her place. A tiny apartment in a block of similar sad little apartments for divorcees, it was the symbol of her failure as a wife and a woman.

“I’ve got a place we can go.”

His voice was husky, drawn from the back of his throat and filled with need. With reluctant movements, he pried himself away from her and opened the car door. His hand drifted cheekily along her ass as she tuned to slide into the low-set car.

She couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at his jeans, a ridge at the groin displaying the hard-on she’d felt pressed against her. Her knees weakened another notch. A moment later, he slipped into the driver’s seat and started the car. Rock music blared out the speakers and she fought back a smile at the pleasure on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing…
Mikey
.”

“This is real music, OK? Not that…twangy garbage inside.”

“OK, not a country fan then. I can live with that.”

Jasmine settled back into the seat as the subdued roar of the engine purred through the floorboard and cabin. He put the car into gear and swung out of the parking lot at high speed. As the bar disappeared into the distance behind them, his hand wandered from the wheel to her leg. Excitement shivered across her skin, raising goose bumps as it went.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She didn’t do things like this. Outrageous things. Sexy things. Hell, she didn’t even wear racy underwear. It was plain satin all the way for her. So picking up a guy in a bar, a younger guy at that, took her out of her comfort zone. In fact, she was way past and hightailing it over the horizon right about now.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-four.”

His voice was flat, no feeling, as though the answer didn’t mean much to him. Jasmine frowned. She’d never heard anyone sound so disinterested in their own age. Perhaps he lived in the moment? She’d heard a lot of soldiers did that.

As they hit the highway, he kept it to a reasonable speed. Being in a car like this had to make him a magnet for the cops. Thankfully none were out and the drive went smoothly. As smoothly as it could go anyway, especially when his hand was on her thigh. Jasmine’s heart thundered in her throat as he teased his hand upward, toward the juncture of her thighs, and then between.

She gasped and bit her lip as he cupped her again, large palm over her mons and strong fingers pressing against the lips of her pussy. His fingers played softly over the fabric of her pants, tracing down the outside of her lips within and then up slowly. Her pussy clenched, her clit aching as if it remembered the touch of his clever fingers and the pleasure he’d brought her.

The bass in the subwoofers and the slow strumming of his fingers against her made Jasmine’s back arch and her breathing short. Turning her head on the headrest, she looked at him. What did he see in her? Perhaps he liked older women…or divorcees.

No danger of getting attached then, at least with her. Once bitten, Jasmine wasn’t just twice but at least seventeen times shy now. She’d never let another guy have the amount of control over her that Julian had.

“Plenty of younger girls back there… Why me?” she probed again. He’d dodged her last time.

He shrugged softly. His hand between her thighs didn’t stop. She didn’t want him to stop; his hand against her felt way too good. Heat burning across her cheeks, she slid down into the bucket seat and spread her thighs a little more. A blatant invitation.

“Things like age don’t mean much to me.”

She looked at him and for a moment, his gaze seemed distant. He had something on his mind, she didn’t know what, but it sure must have been something bad. She could see it in his closed expression, sitting there like a bad memory.

“Not when it could all end at any moment. Why sweat the little stuff?”

Good question, Jasmine. Why sweat it? Just enjoy it and have a good time. You’re free to now.

“I see. Must have done some intense growing up in the army, huh?”

She tried her best to keep her breathing steady, but then his fingers pressed and held right over her clit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Yeah…something like that.”

She was so hot and wet. He had to have felt the dampness through her pants by now. Warm weather dance wear, they weren’t the densest fabric around. Her hips quivered under the touch of his hand. Then she felt the car stop and opened her eyes.

They were at the Holiday Inn off the interstate. In a way, she was thankful. It wasn’t her place and it meant she wouldn’t have to sneak out of his place—he could even live in barracks, she didn’t know—and risk being spotted by anyone he knew.

Right now, she didn’t care, putting all that from her mind. All she wanted, all she could think of, was that rock-hard cock slamming in and out of her. She really didn’t care who saw them on the way to the room. Anyone out and about back here was passing through and she’d never see them again. Or they were local and here for the same reasons she and Michael were.

“Let’s go, Mikey,” she said in her bedroom voice, the one that made his eyes darken and put a hungry look on his face. It was nice seeing such a visible reaction. Empowering. He climbed out of the car and walked around to open her door for her. A small gesture, but it made her feel feminine and wanted. Cared for even.

“Right little gentleman, aren’t you?”

“Little? I got your little…”

He held out a hand to help her up out of the low-set ride. She had a feeling he wasn’t joking. If their little test run before coming here was any indication, he certainly wasn’t going to be embarrassed in the bedroom. If anything, he was bigger, way bigger than Julian had been. The thought put a smile on her face.

She nibbled her lip as they headed for the door. Hopefully she wouldn’t be an embarrassment to him. After all, except for some experimentation in college, her ex-husband was pretty much the only guy she’d slept with.

The electronic card lock went green and he pushed the door open for her. They stepped into the room. A standard motel room met Jasmine’s eyes. Double bed, bedside cabinets, single wardrobe, bathroom off one side. The norm for this kind of place.

Silence and tension stretched between them. What was she doing? Now that she was here, Jasmine couldn’t quite meet his eyes for a moment. Was she really going to have sex with a guy she’d only just met? Slowly she turned to look at him. It was like the old Western movies just before two cowboys drew their guns to duel.

Their eyes bored deep into each other and found that most simple and basic of desires: sex. The need to spread one’s genes. Only in this case, it was more the means than the end. Hard, dirty sex, and it was written in both their souls at that moment.

In the next heartbeat, the tension broke. He crowded her backward, his lips seeking and claiming hers as he scooped her up off the ground. Her back hit the wall and her heart jumped a beat as she fought the urge to squeak. His big hands on her thighs urged her on. She snaked her legs around his hips and smiled against his lips. This was definitely a much better ending to the night than she had expected.

She moaned in delight as he tore her top from her. Her hair danced down her shoulders and tickled her bare skin like long black feathers. Her bra lasted even less time than the top, his quick fingers finding the clasps before stripping it from her. The cool air hit her breasts and made her gasp. Goosebumps chased over the exposed skin, her nipples tightening until they were hard and aching. Begging for his touch.

He groaned at the sight, the expression on his face almost feral. If Jasmine had had any worries about her body they evaporated as soon as she saw the hot and hungry look in his eyes. He leaned down. Anticipation coursed through Jasmine, a deep-set thrill that shivered through her body and settled into an ache between her thighs.

The first touch of his lips against the sensitive skin of her breasts was maddening. The second, as his lips fastened onto her nipple and drew it into the warm cavern of his mouth, was pure torture.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, driving her hands into his hair and holding him against her.

A rough growl rumbled through his throat as he worked his way up her breast toward her collarbone. As he kissed and nipped at her neck, her breathing quickened and she wiggled her hips against his.

“You’re wearing too much,” she whispered as she nibbled on his ear. Her eyes rolled back as he worked his way up her neck, tearing his shirt off as he went. Buttons popped and hit the carpet at their feet. Dropping the shirt on the floor, he flicked his tongue over her nipple, then nipped lightly. Pleasure, white hot and immediate, shot directly from her nipple down to her clit.

“Still too many clothes.” Jasmine wriggled against him as he kissed his way back up to her lips. “Anyone would think you’re shy here.”

He grunted in dismissal. Setting her down, he unfastened his belt and slid his boots and jeans off. His cock sprang free, the thick shaft bobbing against his taut stomach as he kicked his clothes away. Immediately he pulled her back into his embrace, nestling his hard cock between her thighs. His arms wrapped around her as he claimed her lips like a thirsty animal drinking from a river.

“Stand down, Sergeant,” she ordered against his lips. “I’m taking charge here.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled, a deep sound of amusement that vibrated through his broad chest and tickled her bare breasts where they were pressed against him.

“Good.”

She kissed him once more, nipping softly at his lower lip before she wriggled free of his embrace. Casting him what she hoped was a sultry look from under her lashes, Jasmine started to kiss down his chest. She paused for a moment to swipe her tongue over his nipple and giggled when he sucked a quick breath in, then moved lower down to trail butterfly kisses over his toned stomach.

He leaned back against the wall as she lowered herself. As she neared his waist, he tensed. His cock jumped in anticipation just below her lips, so close she could dip her head and lick the bead of precum from the swollen head.

A tremble raked her body. Jasmine stopped halfway down his stomach and closed her eyes as she ran her cheek against his skin, an almost feline move as she breathed in the scent of his skin. Underneath the cologne, he had a natural, clean scent. Very masculine. It hit her on a primal level. Like her sense of smell was getting signals that plugged straight into her feminine instincts.

Sitting back on her heels, she considered him. His cock was long and thick, flushed with arousal. Jasmine hummed approval in the back of her throat as she leaned forward. She liked doing this, and she knew she was good at it. A little out of practice but still…plenty of opportunity here.

Grasping the base of his cock in gentle fingers, she snaked her tongue out and flicked it over the engorged head. He groaned, cock jerking in her hand. Jasmine smiled. Looking up, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him, sliding him deep into her mouth inch by inch.

There was a loud thump as Michael’s head fell back against the wall. His arms spread out along the wall as her lips wrapped around his shaft. His cock jerked and pulsed as she tongued him softly.

“God, I’ve been waiting for that all night…”

She chuckled, using the vibrations to tease him further. Settling in, she diverted all her attention to driving him to the edge. Repaying him for the little scene in the parking lot earlier. She used her lips and tongue, sweeping long licks from base to tip before sliding him deep again.

Her hands weren’t idle. One circled the base of his cock, tightening and releasing in time with her ministrations as she used the other to trail her nails over the sensitive insides of his thighs.

He struggled to stay standing upright as she continued, grasping at whatever he could find for support. A deep groan rushed past his lips as he arched his back and gave her more to play with. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched her suck his cock and reached a hand down to slide into her hair.

His hold was firm but not controlling. Jasmine murmured approval and pleasure again. Even though he’d been dominant earlier, and she hoped like hell he would be again later, here and now he was treating her with a respect she hadn’t expected from an encounter in a cheap motel room.