Page 33 of Captivating Anika

Puzzled, I pull back a little.

“Really? I thought it might have been obvious.”

He chuckles, flashing his teeth. “I mean how’s the pain?” he clarifies.

“I wasn’t feeling any.”

The smile fades off his face and his eyes darken.

“Sure?” he checks.

I nod, and the next thing I know, he’s up and backing me toward the living room. There he wraps his arms around me and—twisting so I’m on top—falls back in the pillows piled on my couch. One of his hands goes straight to my ass and the other slides up the back of my shirt.

“Much better,” he mumbles against my lips before slipping his tongue in my mouth.

It’s better than I imagined, feeling the rasp of his callused hands as he strokes and explores my skin. It’s giving me full-body shivers, and I’m eager to do some exploring of my own.

I drop my knees on either side of his hips and break the kiss, pushing off on his chest as I sit up. I hiss when I clearly feel the outline of his equipment.

Nice.

I slowly rock my hips, biting my lip when he hits me just right. Now it’s his turn to hiss, his hands slipping under the edge of my shirt and up my sides. The moment I feel him brush my breasts, I whip that shirt right off and out of his way.

It’s been way too long, I’m way too turned on, and I have way too many fantasies featuring this man I’d love to fulfill to be beating around the bush. I want his hands all over me.

“Fuck me,” he mumbles, as I reach behind me.

By the time I have my bra unhooked and off, he’s divested himself of his shirt. I spread my hands on his chest, loving the feel of his chest hair against my palms. But, apparently, Hog has little patience for me to explore, because the next moment I’m on my back, Hog’s hips nestled between my legs, and his talented mouth paying beautiful attention to my breasts.

“Yesss.”

My life is an absolute shit show right now, and the timing probably couldn’t be any worse, but this—what’s happening here—feels absolutely right.

Hog

My head wants to slow down so I can memorize everything.

Her scent, her shiny dark hair spread on her pillow, those amber eyes lighting up when she’s looking into mine. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Please, Noah…”

Who the hell am I kidding? There’s no way in hell I can put the brakes on when she is begging for my touch.

I knew it when she pulled me up off the couch earlier and led me to her bedroom upstairs. When she stood beside the bed, stepped out of her pants and panties, and climbed in, I had to remind myself to breathe.

I stood frozen for a moment, unable to take my eyes off her, before I took my wallet from my back pocket, and with shaking fingers pulled out a condom I tucked in there, just in case. Then I stripped and joined her.

The condom still lies unused on the mattress because I’ve been too busy worshipping Anika’s body.

“Please…” she pleads again.

I use my thumbs to spread her lips wider, close my mouth on that shiny bundle of nerves I’ve exposed, and suck. Immediately her quivering thighs clench against my ears as her hips buck off the mattress. I keep my eyes aimed up so I don’t miss the look on her face as she comes.

As her body still trembles with the aftermath of her orgasm, I go up on my knees, grab the condom, rip off the foil, and roll it on. Then I hook my hands behind her knees and spread her wide to make room for me.

With my cock poised at her entrance, I pause to check.

“Okay?”

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