Page 13 of Cold Hearted Baren

His passion and hunger explode across my senses, and I whimper helplessly, my hands tangling in his shirt. His answering groan vibrates through me, sending goosebumps racing across my skin and causing my nipples to tighten in response. I melt into him, my fingers sinking into the silky, slightly silver mane of his hair. I fall into the kiss, shamelessly swept away by the lush carnality of it.

He pulls back and a whine of protest escapes my throat. He drops his forehead to mine, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine.

“Are you sure about this, Tara?” He asks gently, his hands sliding down my shoulders, leaving a hot trail in their wake. “I can wait until you're ready, no matter how long that takes.”

I look searchingly into his eyes, my heart skipping and tightening simultaneously at the raw, intense emotion in her piercing blue eyes. I can see the lust in his eyes, feel the evidence of his arousal right yet he's willing to wait until I'm ready?

Could I ever be more ready than I am right now?

Instead of answering him, I reach under his shirt, seeking and finding his warm, firm skin. His muscles are hard and ridged beneath my palms, his body a seductive and virile work of art. I lean upward to lick his lips, my teeth catching the full curve along the bottom, and I sink them in gently. David groans. The sound of his pleasure slides over me in an electrifying caress.

"God, Tara… you're killing me," he murmurs huskily then grabs my wrist and puts my hand between us, thrusting his cock shamelessly into my palm, grinding. "Feel what you do to me?"

My fingers curl instinctively around the thick, heavy length, my pulse quickening at the sheer size of him.

“Fuck, Tara!” he hisses tightly even as he leans into my touch. “Where the hell did you learn to do that? Don't stop.”

His blue eyes remain fiercely locked on my face; his cheeks flushed and his sculpted lips part. I love that he doesn't try to hide the effect I have on him. The mere idea that he doesn't have any more control over his response to me than I do to him bolsters my confidence and makes me want to pleasure him more. My chest tightens as I watch him let go of control. Even at this moment, I find it hard to believe that this powerful, incredibly handsome, dangerously sexy man is all mine. Mine.

David suddenly jerks away from me, muttering a soft curse under his breath. “I- I can't take it anymore. Take off your clothes, Tara.”

It was an order, one that sent a shiver of excitement and apprehension down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I lift the hem of my sweatshirt over my head.

David watches me as I undress, slowly, his eyes keenly following every item of clothing that goes off until I'm standing in front of him, completely naked.

He inhales sharply, his eyes growing darker by the moment. “Ah, Tara,” he breathes, his voice throbbing with emotion that makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time.

He yanks his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Then he reaches for me, and hesitates slightly, prolonging the moment when our bare skin would touch. Then he grips my waist, his fingers flexing restlessly, his breathing quick and harsh. My nipples touch him first, sending a sudden rush of sensation throughout my body. I let out a soft gasp. He suddenly crushes me to him with a soft growl, lifting my feet from the floor and carrying me backward toward the bed.

My thighs hit the mattress and I land on my butt, falling to my back with David leaning over me. He hitches me up with an arm banded around my back, centering me on the bed before he settles above me.

Before I know it, his mouth is on my nipples, his lips soft and warm as he suckles greedily. He plumps my breasts in his hand, kneading possessively.

"Christ, I want you so badly," he groans, his skin hot against my cool flesh. I arch into him, welcoming his weight. I hook my legs around his calves and pull him by his waistband, tugging him into me, arching my hips to feel his erection through the cotton that separates us.

I don't care that I'm being wanton, I want him so badly that a plea falls off my lips. “Please…”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmurs, his voice seductive, coaxing. “Say it.”

I swallow hard, licking my lips nervously. “I- I want you to touch me.”

“Where?”

I press my lips together and heat engulfs my skin. “Everywhere.”

“You have to be specific, love.”

I snap my eyes shut and let the words spill out of my lips in a rush: “I want to feel you inside of me!”

A moment of silence follows my declaration. Then I hear the soft sound of his chuckle and feel the deep rumble against my chest. I open my eyes to glare playfully at him, but he only laughs harder.

“How can you be so damn adorable and sexy at the same time?” He asks in a light tone that contradicts the raw intensity in his eyes.

I don’t have time to respond because his hand has suddenly cupped my buttock, deftly lifting me as he switches our position so I am sitting on his lap. I gasp loudly as the pleasure radiates through me, my nipples beading hard and tight against his chest. I whimper lightly as my core tightens painfully, aching for a relief that only he can grant.

“Touch me, Tara,” he says, his voice heavy with need. “I want your hands on me.”

I place my hands on his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I caress his back, down to his hips. He arches into the rough caress with a low growl, his head thrown back in deliciously erotic abandon.

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