Amy Andrews

You__e a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?

This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.

But...a vibrator can__ hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.__m clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. __t__ not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either.___t can__ snuggle with you after,_ he countered with another laugh.Em snorted. __nd that__ your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?_____l have you know I give very good pillow talk.__ure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. __ight,_ she muttered. __f course you do.___ really do._ He nodded. __ost women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I__ a full service kinda guy.

You should really go inside now,_ he said.Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was used to being levelled at him started to take shape. __nd if I don__?___ou want to fuck me on your doorstep?_ he asked, his voice low and gravelly. __all me tomorrow when you__e sober. I__l be right over.__he jutted her chin defiantly__learly pissed at him for trying to be the responsible one. __ won__ need you after I__e spent all night with a couple of multi-speed toyfriends and a box of batteries.__inc shoved his hands on his hips, pushing back unhelpful images of her naked and pleasuring herself with a hot pink cock. __o inside,_ he growled.Before he did something crazy like offering to watch.

Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?

He hadn__ struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he__ called out to Jesus when he__ been deep inside her.

His aftershave _ eau du sex god - wafted her way.

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.