Page 48 of Unchained

“What are you doing?” she gasped. The anticipation in her voice was spliced with a niggle of disappointment.

Her knees lay stacked on top of each other. Pushing the leg that was on top, he forced her to bend her knee. “Testing the waters,” he grumbled.

If he could savor touching her without going off the deep end, he’d know he had enough discipline to go easy during sex. He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh and moved the material of her underwear out of the way. Trailing his fingers over the perfect shape of her ass cheek, he sought her smooth crevice with his fingertips.

She jerked, and another sharp cry escaped her lips. Satisfaction rippled over him. Joining his index and middle fingers, he stroked over her folds, spreading her slick heat. Her rapid breaths broke through the air as he inserted two fingers inside her. The small of her back arched, and her ass shot toward his dick. His head swam. Her slick cushions constricted on his fingers, begging to be fucked. Closing his eyes, he took one steadying breath, but the scent of her sex, so sweet and tempting, filled his nostrils.

“Ah. More, Brooks.” Her needy pants made his cock twitch.

Nuzzling her neck with his beard, he pushed deeper. Her fingernails caught his wrist, which lay above her head, and the sensation drove him wild. Turning his mouth into her pillowy softness, he kissed and sucked beneath her ear. Cam jerked forward, but his fingers anchored her to the bed.

Her hips pressed back against him, and her legs widened while he fingered her. Adjusting his hand, he brought his thumb to her clit. As he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the small pearl, she cried out. Her body spasmed, and the walls of her vagina squeezed his fingers so tight he lost feeling in his hand. Her juices flowed over his knuckles and her body slowly stopped bucking. He continued a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, until her pulsing stopped. Pressing another kiss to her neck, he slid his hand out from between her legs. Cam didn’t move.

The beating of his heart slowed to an almost tolerable pace. Desire as thick as tar filled his psyche. He’d done it. He’d gotten her off, and although it had almost killed him to hold back, he hadn’t ripped off her panties and fucked her senseless.

She tossed beside him on the bed. Her hands pressed into his chest as she rolled on top of him. “Your turn.”

Her lush little ass sat across his cock, making a million wild images take hold of his brain. None he could act on—at least not yet. Jesus, he hadn’t had sex since being taken captive. It felt as though there were a ferocious animal inside him that couldn’t be satisfied.

She rocked her hips back and forth. “Brooks?” Sliding her hands from his pecs to his shoulders, she leaned forward on top of him. The locks of her hair trailed over his arms, her breasts spilled out the front of her tank top, and the hem of her shirt rode up over her belly button, revealing the indent of her navel, partially hidden in the shadows.

When the hell had a belly button ever turned him on?

I’m losing it.

He caught her hips in his palms with the full intention of tossing her to the side, only he couldn’t.

She brought her lips next to his ear. “I want you.” Her raspy breath made his blood pressure skyrocket.

He clamped his fingers onto her hipbones to stop himself from rolling on top of her. Her fingers went to his hair, stroking the strands above his ear. “You don’t want me?”

Like fuck he didn’t.

“Of course I do.” The statement fell off his tongue before he could contain it.

“You think you’re going to hurt me?” Her fingers kept moving, soothing him and touching his heart. He closed his eyes, letting the gentle scrape of her nails on his scalp push away his fears. Stupid that he could be so easily tamed, like a dog. But at the same time, he reveled in her touch.

“You don’t sound too concerned about that.”

Her ass shifted so it was on his cock again, and a groan sounded from the back of his throat. She was going to kill him.

“You haven’t hurt me yet. Why would you now?”

“Because I don’t know what that drug did to me. Don’t know if I can stop myself . . .”

She let out a soft chortle. “I hope once we start you don’t want to stop.”

“It’s not that.”

“Brooks?”

He rubbed his fingers along the hem of her underwear, inching up. God how he needed her . . . more than his next breath. She kissed his cheek, then his lips, her fingers smoothing over the scruff of his beard as she shimmied between his legs. His body ached at her absence. He was screwing everything up. He might not get this chance with Cam again.

She snagged the waistband of his shorts and tugged the material down, freeing his cock. Her small hand closed around his flesh, and he clenched his teeth as her hand moved up and down leisurely. Dipping his chin, he took in her slight frame kneeling between his legs. Her eyes caught the moonlight, the color hard to discern but the intensity branding. She lowered her face, and her fair fell forward to dangle beside her cheeks while her lips touched his knob.

“Ah, Christ,” he wheezed. Her hot mouth enclosed the top of his manhood. Her tongue flicked in gentle circles while her hand jerked him off.

He caught the comforter in one hand, and his other went to the back of her head, following her movements. Pleasure arced through him, spreading from his core to his toes and back up. Heat swirled in his chest as his balls clenched, preparing for release. Her teeth nicked the head of his penis, sending a thrill of pain and pleasure racing over his nerve endings. She tightened her fingers as his muscles bunched into tight mounds.

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