Page 48 of Torn In Two

“I want to know if that makes you wet,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to put my fingers to your pussy and know if the idea of having both of us turns you on as much as it does for me. You wet for us, Kara?”

His hand slid between us so agonizingly slowly I wanted to scream. He was giving me every opportunity to stop him, but I just wanted him to get there faster.

“Yes,” I murmured.

Hayden groaned into my shoulder, biting the flesh there as he cupped my mound, putting pressure to my clit. It wasn’t enough. I ached for more, and I clutched his arms, desperate for something to hold on to because my legs wobbled at the sensation he created inside me.

“Tell me I can make you come.” His lips trailed up my neck. “Tell me I can touch you like that, right here, right now, even though I don’t deserve to.”

I didn’t want to think about that. About why he didn’t think himself worthy of being with me. I just wanted to feel. Anybody could walk out of their rooms at any minute. Not Hayley Jade, who would be asleep for another hour at least, but there was a club full of other men and women who could see us like this.

But in the moment, I didn’t care.

I’d waited so long for Hayden to touch me.

The memory of him and whatever this was between us was all that had kept me going for years, even when I’d thought him dead. It was him I’d see in the darkness. Him I’d thought of when everything around me felt lost. His touch I’d craved when Josiah’s cruel fingers had hurt me.

I covered his hand with mine, pressing it deep between my legs, giving him all the permission he sought, even if I was too much of a little mouse to voice how badly I wanted him.

His fingers sank between my folds.

We both groaned.

“So fucking wet. Damn it, Kara.” He twisted us, pressing my back into the bar and crowding me in. He drew his free hand down the back of my leg, lifting it up off the floor and wrapping it around his waist.

My eyes closed at the gentle rhythm he worked my core with. In and out, alternating between strokes of my clit.

I let go of him and leaned my elbows back on the countertop. My head fell back, breasts pointed toward the ceiling while he drove my body closer and closer to the orgasm I so desperately wanted from him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He leaned over me. “Fuck, I wish you were naked right now. I want to do this slow and sweet, drive you mad until you beg me to let you come.”

“I can’t wait,” I moaned softly, hips rolling to meet each thrust of his fingers. I wanted more too. The idea of him having me naked on the bar was intoxicating. A thrill of forbidden lust shot through me at the very thought.

“I know, sweetheart. I got you. You’re nearly there.” He pressed against my clit, fingering me until every slide of his fingers produced a moan.

The budding swirl of an orgasm twisted through my lower belly, spiraling down to the place his fingers filled me.

Behind Hayden’s back, a door opened.

I jerked my head up, eyes flying open, gaze colliding into Hawk’s.

I froze.

Hayden glanced over his shoulder, saw who it was, and turned back to me without hesitation. “Come for me, Kara. You’re drowning my hand. I’m not stopping until you’re done.”

I shook my head desperately, trying to fight the delicious grips of the orgasm digging in tight when Hayden refused to stop. The base of his hand hit my clit every time his fingers filled me, but I couldn’t stop staring at Hawk, frozen to the spot, watching me let another man touch me.

Apologies sat hot on my tongue, begging for me to let them loose. My upbringing screamed obscenities in my head about what a slut and whore I was, and that only men could have multiple partners.

That the pleasure inside me was sinful.

Not mine to receive.

And yet Hayden was so hell-bent on giving it to me, I couldn’t stand it.

“Hawk.” I needed something from him. Anything.

His permission to feel the way I did.

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