Stephanie Julian - The Bigger They Are…

Keep your mouth shut. Be smart for a change.

Hell, who was he kidding? He was the guy who bench-pressed the occasional Cadillac if it happened to be in a parking space he wanted. And he enjoyed scaring the shit out of city folk who moved to the country and made the mistake of thinking there really wasn’t anything that went bump in the night.

“Would you like to continue this in my cabin?”

She paused and he swore he saw her brain working. Then she took a deep breath, as if she’d made a momentous decision.

“I would love to continue this in your cabin.”

Not waiting for her to change her mind, he stood, making sure he kept her in his arms. Her eyes widened but she wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her arms around his neck.

“I didn’t know there were cabins.”

He walked through the house, ducking so he didn’t knock his head on the doorjambs until he got to the kitchen. “A few. And they’re not that far from the house.”

Her mouth curled up at the corners as she looked up into his eyes. He wanted to stop and stare, those eyes were so pretty—

“Shit!”

Pain splintered through his brain as the top of his head hit the ceiling fan light. Jenna hissed in sympathy and her face screwed up in an adorable frown.

“Are you okay?” She lifted her hand to rub her palm over the sore spot on his head. He nearly tripped over his feet as he trembled and he had to force his legs to keep going forward.

She started to shake and he clutched her closer.

“Hey, are you okay, Jenna?”

Had he hurt her? What the hell—

She burst out laughing and the sound got inside him and lit that fire even hotter.

“I’m so sorry.” She put her hand over her mouth but her eyes shone. “I shouldn’t be laughing when you’re in pain.”

“What pain? You laugh and it disappears.”

Her laughter cut off and she blinked up at him. He was pretty sure those eyes were going to be his downfall.

“Wow. That’s…wow.” Her tongue peeked from between her lips for a brief second. “Please don’t take this the wrong way…”

He tensed, sure she was about to tell him to put her down and get lost.

“But I think you should go a little faster.”

Faster. Yes. He could do faster.

As Jenna wound her arms around him and rested her head against his shoulder, he made it out the back door and down the path to his cabin without dropping her or tripping over something. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d actually stepped on his tongue.

Kicking the door closed behind him, he almost expected her to turn shy on him, or at the least, make him continue the seduction.

But he’d barely loosened his hold on her, ready to set her back on her feet, when she tightened her legs and took his mouth in a sinful kiss.

Jenna let herself drown in the heat of Andy’s mouth.

She’d never kissed a guy like this before. With her entire concentration. It made her crave him with an intensity she’d never experienced.

Her hands gripped his broad shoulders before sliding down to his hard biceps. God, the man was built like a… Well, like a god.

Her breasts pressed against the solid wall of his chest. Her legs remained wrapped around his waist, her thighs registering the tight flex of muscles there.

She couldn’t wait to get him stripped down so she could run her hands along those tight, powerful muscles.

Her brain had a moment to think, Are you really going to do this ? Which her body answered with a resounding, Hell, yeah .

She was already wet and achy for him. And despite his size, he’d been so careful with her.

If he was going to hurt her, he’d had ample time. But she sensed absolutely no danger from him. And working in the city, she’d acquired a well-developed danger antenna.

Here…now, all she felt was lust.

She slid her hands to his back, bunching his shirt in her fingers and pulling it up. She knew she’d have to release him to get it over his head but her legs weren’t getting with the program. They wanted to cling.

Compounding matters, her pelvis rocked forward, rubbing against his stomach, pressing the seam of her jeans into her clit. Yes, right there.

She moaned into his mouth. She wanted his big, blunt fingers right there, pressing the exact same way. Wanted to feel the heat of his skin against hers.

Wanted to see what he looked like naked and spread out on the ocean-sized bed she’d noticed before she’d attacked him.

Okay, maybe attack was a little harsh but that was how she felt.

She wanted to tear off his clothes, fling him on the bed and pounce.

It was almost like a compulsion, as if she’d been put under a spell. But she, the levelheaded sibling in the Durham family, did not believe in magic. This was pure, old-fashioned lust.

Finally, she unclenched her legs and let them straighten. Andy immediately set her on her feet, his hands tightening on her waist before he released her completely.

Now she looked up until she could look into those dark-blue eyes that stared back so intently.

She saw lust held in check, waiting for her signal to be released.

She reached for his belt buckle, figuring he’d get the hint.

He got the hint.

He reached for her shirt, gripped the hem and tugged up. Since she was busy with his belt, he didn’t get it very far. And she wasn’t about to lift her arms until that buckle surrendered. And it would surrender.

As her fingers fumbled, Andy’s grew more sure. He lifted her shirt as far as he could get it then stroked his fingertips along her sides.

She nearly melted from the heat. Then she shivered with desire. Okay, maybe she could give the belt a pass for the moment because Andy had magic fingers.

He played them up and down her sides, raising goose bumps and her body temperature. Each time he moved them up, he got closer to touching her breasts. And each time, he stopped just short.

She wanted— No, she needed those huge hands on her. On her naked skin. Which meant he’d have to use those hands to strip her.

“Andy.”

“I love your voice.”

Oh wow. And she loved his, that dark, husky tone that made her insides quake and made her think of dark, thick chocolate dripped all over that broad chest so she could lick it off.

“Then listen to me and take my clothes off.”

That quick grin of his surfaced and she nearly had to cross her legs to make sure she didn’t leap at him.

“Lift your arms.”

She did what he wanted because she wanted the same thing.

With her arms straight up, Andy grabbed the hem of her shirt and stripped it over her head then unclipped her bra so when she put her arms down, it slid off.

When Andy put his hands on her breasts, the sensation nearly made her come. His fingers plucked at her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her clit. Her lips parted to take in more air for her oxygen-starved brain but Andy bent his head to seal her mouth with his. The angle was awkward, though, because the man was so tall and he pulled back.

Which gave her the opportunity to get back to that belt buckle. As he yanked his shirt over his head, she finally got the buckle to cooperate so she could unbutton his jeans and—

She actually froze for a brief second to admire the perfect proportions of the man’s sex. Not grotesquely huge but large enough for her to say a quick thank-you to Santa Claus for finally answering her wish and bringing her a man with a cock that could give her vibrator a run for its money.

Andy’s erection stood proud and strong and stiff enough to hang a flag on it. Or make a girl very happy.