Page 22 of Secrets Within Us

My skin was slick with sweat, and I let go of his glorious cock to whip the blankets off of me, welcoming the cool air.

He slowly withdrew his fingers from my clenched pussy before drawing lazy circles over my clit as he finally took his hands from me completely.

With a captivating gaze, he raised his fingers to his mouth and sensually licked them clean, as if relishing the taste.

I nearly exploded all over again. Normally, such a brazen act would repulse me and send me running, but watching him taste me intimately felt like he was claiming them as his in an incredibly powerful way. His stare never left mine as I watched him feast on his fingers.

“You taste like honey. It’s incredibly arousing, and my new favorite flavor.”

I just laid there silently, watching him over my shoulder, unable to form words. The alcohol I drank earlier had blurred the edges of my inhibitions, and when I felt his hard, desirable body behind mine when he got into bed, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to go away. I just wanted to feel secure and sexy, and that was how he made me feel every time he was near, when lust filled his eyes instead of the anger that usually was there.

He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips, lingering and tasting the seam of them before pushing through with his tongue to dance with mine. I’d never kissed a man with a beard before but as he deepened the kiss, I brought my hand up to his cheek and ran my nails through it, which he answered with a growl before rolling me over on my back and really putting all he had into it.

I laid on my back and opened my arms and my legs to him unconsciously, but he held back. He kissed me deeply but didn’t move to lie between my legs like I wanted him to.

He slowly pulled back from the kiss and just looked down at me, almost in wonderment before he allowed his eyes to trail down my body, taking in my entire naked form laying in his bed. I moved to cover my breasts with my arms and pressed my legs together tightly.

“Don’t.” He commanded, his eyes snapping back up to mine. “Don’t cover yourself and keep all of your beauty from me. I still can taste your orgasm on my tongue Hadley, you have nothing to hide from me anymore.”

But I couldn’t convince my arms to drop to my sides, even with the darkness working as a type of cover.

He scowled down at me, putting his features back into what I recognized most about him, and rolled over and got out of bed.

Did that piss him off?

I quickly dropped my hands, as much as it physically pained me to leave myself so vulnerable.

While he stood up, he kept his back to me; however, as he took a step towards the door, he glanced back at me over his shoulder and abruptly halted upon seeing me lying there completely exposed and vulnerable.

When he turned around, his gaze consumed me, mapping out a path over my skin that felt like a tangible caress. I lay there, striving to remain perfectly still.

He stepped back to the bed and knelt down, leaning over my face.

“Thank you,” he murmured softly before giving me another gentle kiss. He stood again and turned towards the door once more, though. “I’m going to go clean myself up. This was the first time since I was a teenager that I’ve been so turned on that I came in my boxers. That’s the effect you have on me.”

I smiled in the darkness but once again remained silent as he went downstairs to the bathroom. I contemplated putting the shirt I’d stolen from his drawer back on, but somehow knew he wouldn’t like that very much.

That I was doing or not doing something based on a man’s reaction should have terrified me, or it should have at least enraged me. But I actually felt a sense of excitement and bravery.

Instead of putting the shirt back on, I drew the blankets back up over my body and laid back into the comfortable bed.

It wasn’t long before he was climbing the stairs to the loft again, but I could feel my eyes drifting sleepily.

I didn’t know what I was expecting to see as he crossed the threshold, but what I got was far more enjoyable than what I could probably have dreamed up.

He was as naked as the day he was born, holding a bitten apple and a stem of grapes. My eyes, of course, instantly went to the enormous package swinging proudly between his legs and then traveled over his body cut from stone. My eyes snapped back up to his face in embarrassment after staring at his cock and abs for so long.

He stopped and smirked at me mischievously, before taking another bite out of his apple and then dropping both arms to rest at his side. “Take a long look, baby. Soak it all in, I’m not shy.”

I smiled embarrassingly and dropped my eyes to my hands on top of the blankets as I chewed on my lip. I couldn’t possibly just stare at him like he said to. No way.

“I mean it, Hadley. Look at me, tell me what you like. Talk to me.” He sounded calm and sincere, and I baited myself into looking back up at him, careful not to stray too long on my way up.

His joking face had faded slightly, and I could see the seriousness in his gaze once again. “What are you attracted to the most about my appearance?” He asked once more.

My eyes skimmed over the strong defined muscles of his shoulders, down his biceps, and lengthy arms with veins and muscle fibers straining under the swirls of ink. I cut my gaze back across his chiseled chest and lean abdomen.

I felt the heat slide up my chest and face as I allowed myself to look down at his cock again. He had a trim down there, but the black hair that sprinkled over his chest and stomach extended down further to his groin before thinning out over his thighs and calves once again.

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