Rewind & Go: A Blue-Collar Billionaire Romance (Sander's Valley Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

finger hooked under the string, he tugged it down. She wiggled. The satin panties slid down her thighs.
    He focused on her exposed sex. Unable to resist, he swiped a finger along her slickened folds. At the top of her cleft, the tiniest splotch of curls met his fingertips. He ran his finger over them, pushing ever so slightly against her clit.
    “Kyle.” His name came out as a whisper. It didn’t dim the awe in her voice.
    No matter what had happened to scare her off, they’d always had an unexplainable connection when their bodies came together. “Tell me you want me.”
    “Yes, I want you. I need you.”
    He bent and kissed each butt cheek before dipping his tongue into her sweet sex. It hadn’t been part of his plan, but he needed to swallow her arousal. An addiction—that was what Ronnie was to him. Tonight he’d work her out of his system and turn the tables on her, making her the one who dreamed of what they’d shared. He licked along her folds once, then twice more before forcing his mouth from her lower lips.
    “You still taste good, doll.” He leaned over her and waited, mouth a hairbreadth from hers.
    She whimpered but licked his lips and curled her tongue around his, swallowing her arousal. It had been their deal, one made way back when they’d experimented with each other’s bodies. Together they’d learned the beauty to be found in the give and take of pleasure. They’d both shared in oral sex. If he ate her out, she’d kiss him and drink of herself too. He’d do the same, licking his cum off her chin.
    He’d never offered to kiss any other woman after she sucked him off, only Ronnie.
    He grinned against her mouth, pleased with the little reminder that she remembered their deal. “I only have one condom. We’re going to have to make it last.”
    He prayed he could. A year with only his hand to give him relief and a decade without Ronnie’s snug body to hold him tight promised to undo him within seconds.
    Nope. I have one shot to make her regret leaving me. I won’t blow it.
    He tugged his jeans down and kicked off his boots. The foil tore with ease, but getting the damn condom on his straining cock would’ve tried a lesser man’s patience. His freaking hands shook. He finally slipped it over the head and seated his length against her opening.
    He caught her gaze and held it while he pushed his dick into her body, inch by inch. Her eyelids fluttered and mouth opened on a shaky sigh, but she held his gaze as he joined them. Her inner muscles parted for his rod, wrapping around him and massaging him in an erotic kiss that threatened to undo him. A couple of thrusts and she’d come and take him with her. Not happening. He had a point to make.
    “Kyle.”
    There it was again, the pure wonder. He savored it.
    “So good.” He rolled his hips, loosening her and sliding impossibly deeper. “You’re tight. Wet. Hot.” He turned her face toward him. “Feels like heaven.”
    “Yes, yours.”
    “Oh God, Ronnie.” He buried his face into her hair and tried to ignore the emotion her words brought. She’d always replied to his praise that way. He hadn’t realized he’d prompted her for the response.
    Sex. This is sex, nothing more. She left you. Remember your plan.
    He gritted his teeth and dragged his penis from her tight core. Her body fought to hold him inside. The grip of her muscles strangled him. He paused, the head of his cock at the mouth of her sex, and steeled himself against the crippling feelings she stirred. He drove his hips forward. Her body parted for him, conformed to him, and drew him deep.
    He repeated the full stroke, again and again. Each time, he had to push a little harder, move a little quicker as her body tried to capture his rigid length and milk him dry. It turned into a race, a dominance battle, and promise of ecstasy all wrapped into one.
    She rocked with him, rolling her hips on each one of his forward drives. The screwing motion destroyed his control. He