Page 42 of Fastlander Phoenix

“Then it’s decided. We should wait until we are both sure.”

“Yes,” she whispered, smiling at the fireplace. She slowly rolled over and released his hand, faced him, and said, “You don’t scare me, Josiah Itall. I’m already sure.”

“What if I burn you?”

“Well, don’t.”

He huffed a breath, and pushed a strand of loose hair from her face with the tip of his finger. “You make it sound as if it’s easy.”

“I trust you.”

“You trust a monster?” he murmured, cocking an eyebrow up. “Your survival instincts are shit.”

She giggled and scooted closer to him, then took his hand from where he was drawing light circles at her temple, and eased it under her shirt.

A groan escaped him when his hand found her bare breast, and his eyes rolled back and closed for a moment as he massaged her there. Needing his touch, she pressed his hand harder there, and ran her shin against his leg under the covers.

“You won’t be able to leave me after this,” he whispered. Wreck leaned forward and kissed her lips once. Twice. He rested his forehead against hers and slid his other hand under her, wrapped it around her back, and dragged her tightly against him. His skin was heating up.

He rolled over on top of her and pushed her sleep shirt up her body, caressed her breast as he searched her face.

She smiled up at him sweetly. “You won’t burn me, because you want to keep me safe instead.”

Wreck leaned down and pressed his lips to the side of her throat, right where her pulse was tripping. Could he tell how fast her heart was beating?

He pulled her shirt up, and she helped him get it off her completely. She was clumsy, but he wore this smile that said he liked her just the way she was.

He was perfect, and every muscle was just right, and his face was classic, and she was just…just…her. But Wreck looked at her like she was special, and that made it hard to feel insecure under his capable touch.

He kissed along her collarbone, and then to her breasts—so slowly, so carefully, as if he was memorizing the curves of her body with his lips.

The flickering firelight highlighted his face so attractively. He smiled at her with such confidence, she felt like a goddess in his arms.

He pulled her panties from her legs and pulled the covers over them, leaned down slowly, and drank her lips in.

Wreck was a bad boy. Oh, she knew he was bad, but she didn’t care. It felt right being in his arms like this. It felt exciting, and like she was finally alive again.

He leaned down and drew her sensitive nipple into his mouth. He sucked it gently, eliciting a moan from her as she arched back against the mattress.

He paid the same attention to her other breast, and by the time he was done, she had her fingers gripping his hair and was begging for more.

Wreck rolled his body against hers, and the friction he created made her want him even more.

“Please,” she whispered as he rolled his body against her.

“Mmm, I like when you beg. What do you want?”

“You.”

With his fingertips, Wreck teased her entrance under the covers. She felt so safe and cared for in the warmth of this room, all cuddled under the blankets with him.

Timber ran her nails lightly up his back, reveling in the way he arched for her and the sexy noise he made in his throat. There was such power in drawing a reaction like that from a strong man.

He ran his knuckles against her cheek and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss as he rolled his hips against her, teasing, and oh, this felt like falling.

He eased back, pushed his briefs down his thighs, and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid into her…and this was what love felt like. This soul-to-soul connection as they gave themselves to each other.

She gasped at how good he felt deep inside of her, closing her eyes to the world. She hooked her arm around his shoulder and scratched his scalp gently.

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