Heat: Fifty Erotic Fictions for the Fevered Mind

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themselves trapped in a cozy apartment during a thunderstorm. With wine, dim light

ping into him. Thunder cracked, closer now, making the lights flicker."I always get so restless during storms," she said."Restless how?" His voice was quieter now, lower.Ava glanced at him. She didn't answer. But she didn't move away, either, when his hand settled on her thigh. Just rested there, fingers splayed lazily, rubbing small circles with his thumb."Like that?" he asked, barely above a whisper.She looked down at his hand, then up at him. Her pupils were blown wide. "That's a good start."His hand moved higher.She sucked in a breath, but still didn't stop him. When his fingers brushed the edge of her panties-black lace, thin as sin-her hips twitched."You're not gonna stop me, are you?" he asked, his mouth so close to her ear it sent a shiver down her spine."No," she whispered.He pushed the fabric aside and cupped her heat, fingers dipping between her folds. She was already slick."Jesus, Ava... you're soaked.""You gonna just talk about it or actually do something?"He grinned into her neck, lips brushing her skin. "Bossy. I like it."His fingers slid into her slowly, testing the give of her tight, wet heat. She gasped, biting down on her lip as her hips bucked toward him."Easy, baby. Let me feel you," he murmured.He curled his fingers just slightly, dragging them along the sensitive spot that made her shudder.She clutched at his shirt, nails digging into his shoulder. Her legs parted wider, the blanket falling from her lap to expose her thighs. She looked wanton like this-spread open for him, flushed, panting.He kissed her neck, the curve of her shoulder, his free hand sliding unde