Page 44 of Shattered Dreams

Please don’t reject me.

His hand came up, cupping my face as his thumb stroked my cheek. Relaxing, I nipped at his bottom lip, giggling like a teenager, when he growled and returned the nip to my lip.

Johnny hated when I initiated anything. Stop! Just stop comparing them, Jolynn Whitman.

Feeling braver, I nudged him to lie back, and he pulled me over him. He deepened our kiss slowly, keeping his hands up by my face. His kisses were so different from what I’ve had the last ten years. He’s not demanding. He’s not choking me.

Richie’s lips were soft, his tongue playful, and it felt goddamned amazing.

I felt desired. Treasured. Wanted. All the things I haven’t felt in years.

Feeling even bolder now, I felt his chest through his shirt and down his sides. I sat up and ran my hands down his front, feeling the muscles there.

Wiggling my hips against his midsection, I reveled in his deep moan. “It feels like you could toss me around like a rag-doll.”

“I would never do that to you.” He reached for my face, guiding me back down to kiss.

“You wouldn’t?” I pouted.

“No.” He kissed me softly. “I would make up for lost time with you.” His hands came around, and he braced my lower back, pressing me against his erection. “I need to take my time.”

Peppering kisses along his jaw, I made my way to his ear. “What would you do with that time?”

Moaning softly, his hands rubbed up and down my back. I felt his breath against my ear and his voice gave me goosebumps.

“I would kiss every bit of exposed skin on your body before I would remove your shirt.”

“Mmm, every bit?”

“Every inch.” His hands slid under my shirt and I felt the callouses from his work teasing my skin.

“I’d have to do the same, you know.” I shimmied his shirt up from between us and groaned, feeling the tufts of hair from his stomach to his chest.

“I’d let you after I was done with you.” He nibbled my earlobe. “But I have plans for you and this beautiful body.”

“Pfft.” I giggled.

“Don’t do that.” He pulled a hand from my back and tipped my face to look into my eyes. “Don’t you ever belittle or trash talk yourself. You are beautiful.” His hands go back to roaming all over as he talked, caressing what he’s talking about. “These curves are dangerous. Like a road when it first rains. A man could lose control.”

He kissed the nape of my neck. “And under this tee shirt, I know are some wicked marks that tell the story of how you nurtured and grew another life. I want to trace them with my tongue, then feast on your tits.”

His tongue moved up my neck. “I remember the last time I held them, they fit in my hands. Now, I bet they spill over, and I wish I had more than one mouth to love on them.”

Richard held my breast in his hand, and even though it was over my shirt, his touch and kisses were making my panties dampen.

“Richie.”

“Yes, baby?” He kissed his way back to my lips.

Opening my mouth, he slid his tongue in, and I turned my hand to move between us, covering his erection. Unbuttoning his jeans was a snap, and I pushed my hand in under the band of his boxers. My fingers closed around him and awkwardly stroked up and down.

Pride filled me, as he couldn’t hold still. His hips twitched and moved in time to my strokes. He broke our kiss and arched back against the floor, soft moans filling the treehouse. He shut his eyes tight, panting.

“Jojo … you gotta … stop.”

“Mmmm.” I leaned in and nipped his lip. “I don’t think so.” I moved my attention to his exposed neck. “Lose control for me.”

My mouth latched on to his neck, sucking, and biting, my hand squeezing tighter and stroking faster. As he fought against losing control, my resolve remained firm.

---