Page 127 of Unexpected Hero

Our raspy breaths mingle in the scant space between our mouths. If I tilt my head up a quarter of an inch, I could taste him.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

“Didn’t ask my permission by the pool.”

“That was different. I was protecting you.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m going to devour you. But only if you say yes.”

I don’t even need a second to think.

“Yes.”

In a flash, he slams his lips to mine. His body lowers, pressing flat against me. With his full weight on me, we sink into the mattress.

His kiss isn’t sweet and tender like the last time. It’s raw and needy with a fiery intensity I feel down to my bones. He demands entrance into my mouth, thrusting his tongue out and spearing it past my lips.

The feel of his lean, firm body on me is exquisite. His shape molds to mine like he was always meant to be there.

It doesn’t matter that I don’t know what I’m doing because he’s fully in control.

Without stopping his possessive assault on my mouth, he deftly maneuvers my hands over my head, crossing my wrists on top of each other and pinning them to the bed with a firm grip. Bringing his other hand from my wrist, he trails it down the inside of my forearm, past my shoulder and chest, finally settling it on my naked breast.

My bra hangs open with only one strap remaining on my shoulder. My skirt fell halfway down my body at some point and now rests around my knees. Sadly, it’s preventing me from spreading my legs, which I desperately need to do.

I’ve never exposed this much of my body to a man before. But for whatever reason, I’m not shy or ashamed.

How could I with the way he’s worshipping me?

He breaks the kiss, raining pecks and nips over my jaw, throat, and chest. Once his head is level with the breast he’s squeezing, he takes my nipple between his lips and swirls his tongue over the pebbled bud.

Never been kissed there. Another first for me.

Oh I like it.

Hollowing his cheeks, he applies the perfect suction while flicking his tongue rapidly over my nipple. Each tug of his mouth sends a bolt of pleasure to the juncture of my thighs as if my nipple connects to my clit with a live wire.

Having never even played with my own nipples, I had no idea that would happen. It’s heavenly.

I arch my back, thrusting my breast deeper into his mouth. “Oh my god, yes.”

“Mmm,” he hums against my breast like he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

He sucks on my nipple in rhythmic tugs, rotating the hand cupping my breast in a matching pattern. It’s so arousing my body begins moving on autopilot. My hips thrash upward, seeking friction for my needy pussy. His erection grazes my clit with each of my thrusts, giving me a twinge of relief, so I do it again. And again.

But it’s not enough.

A whimper escapes me, making me sound as desperate as I feel.

I want him nestled between my thighs like the pillow I used to ride to make myself come before I realized I could touch myself there. I bet it’d feel even better to squeeze my legs around him as I buck against him.

Straining with all my might, I force my knees apart until I hear fabric ripping. So much for that skirt. Worth it.

With the restrictive skirt a thing of the past, my knees fall to the sides, allowing him to settle his hips fully between my thighs. As he adjusts his position, he returns his attention to my mouth and slants his lips over mine.

Now that I know what to expect from his kiss, I match his fervor. All my senses go into overdrive as he captures my mewls in his mouth and rumbles an appreciative moan in return.

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