Page 49 of The Gamma's Second Chance

Not that I need to read about sex to get in the mood when Nolan is around and when his scent is invading all my senses. But damn, is it fun to imagine him doing all the things I’m reading about to me.

“What are you reading?”

I gasp and sit bolt upright in the bed, my heart pounding in my chest and my eyes wide. Nolan leans against the frame of the bathroom door, his skin damp, a pair of sweatpants slung low across his hips. My cheeks flush, and I lick my lips, dragging my eyes up his body to his face before they linger too long on his V lines and where they disappear beneath the pants. But then I get distracted by his abs. And his pecs. And his biceps as he crosses his arms over his chest and clears his throat.

“Daisy.”

I meet his eyes, dark but glittering with amusement, and I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Nolan stalks towardsme, slow and predatory, his arms lowering to his sides but not relaxing.

“I could smell your arousal while I was in the shower.” His voice is a growl as he moves closer to the bed. He leans over the edge, his weight resting on his fists, face drifting closer to mine. “Tell me what you’re reading.”

His command hovers between us, and I swallow, adjusting my position on the bed so my legs clamp together. “A romance novel.”

He chuckles, but it’s a darker sound than his usual soft laugh, more sardonically amused than actually amused. “I figured that much out based on how strong the scent of your arousal is,” he says.

He drags the covers down my legs, then trails his fingers up the insides, forcing them apart, stopping when they reach the hem of my underwear. His thumb brushes over the fabric, and he bites his lip with a groan. “You are fucking soaked, Cassandra.” A hiss of pleasure releases between my teeth as he continues to rub me through my underwear. “What’s happening in your book right now?”

“A sex scene,” I say, the words tumbling out of my mouth with no hesitation.

“Be more specific,” he says, his thumb and finger giving my clit a soft pinch through the fabric of my underwear, making me yelp. “Tell me what they’re doing. Every detail.”

I blink at him. “You want me to read it to you?”

“You can read it to yourself, but you have to tell me what they’re doing. Everything they’re doing, exactly as it’s happening while you’re reading it.”

I inhale sharply and reach for my tablet, fumbling with it as my hands tremble from excitement. His hands leave my underwear, and he watches me closely, waiting for me to find my placeagain. “She’s naked,” I say, scanning over the part I read before he interrupted me.

He grins, and his hands return to my underwear, thumbs hooking through the fabric on my hips and dragging them down my legs, tossing them to the floor without care. I set the tablet next to me and tear the shirt over my head, letting it join my underwear near the foot of the bed.

The cool air teases my nipples, and they harden under Nolan’s heated stare. My chest heaves, pushing my breasts up with each inhale, and he waits, staring down at me from where he stands at the side of the bed. My body tingles in anticipation as the seconds drag out into what feels like hours as I wait for him to touch me again. But he stands there, arms crossed and muscles bulging with tension, the veins in his arms jutting out and pulsing with his restraint.

“The book,” he says, snatching my tablet from the bed and handing it to me. “What else is happening?” he asks with a jerk of his chin.

My heart hammers out a speedy rhythm, and I find my place again. I read through the section, and then I graze my teeth over my bottom lip, butterflies swarming in my stomach. “She’s on all fours…” I say, lifting my gaze to his.

His brow raises expectantly, and I set the tablet on the pillow and roll onto my hands and knees, spreading my legs and arching my back, parallel with the edge of the bed, holding eye contact with Nolan the entire time. He leans forward and runs his hand down my spine to my ass, his eyes catching on my dangling breasts and hardened nipples.

“Goddess, look at you,” he groans, gripping my hip. “You’re so fucking sexy like this, Cassandra.” My chin tips up, and my neck arches at his praise, my fingers curling into the bedding as warmth pools between my legs. “What’s he doing to her?” he asks, swirling his fingers down along my outer thigh.

“He’s just teasing her right now,” I say, my voice shaky and breathy. “Playing with her breasts and her pussy, and…”

My sentence trails off into a moan, my mind going blank as he curls his fingers around my ass to my lower lips, running the tips of them through my entrance and to my clit. He chuckles, and Goddess, if that dark, resonant sound isn’t the most seductive thing ever. It twists my insides into knots and awakens my deepest desires for him. Combined with his commanding touch, his dominating presence, and his protective tenderness, I’m a goner when it comes to him.

He drags the tips of his fingers up and down my soaked pussy, spreading my arousal and drawing soft sighs and moans from me. His other hand caresses my breasts, tracing a figure eight around both of them, spiraling closer to my nipples with every turn of his fingers and flick of his wrist.

Before he can get to them, though, he reverses his path, twisting further from my nipples. I whimper as his hand travels away from the aching points of my breasts that are so desperate for his touch, but the fingers of his other hand play with my clit, turning my whine into a soft cry of pleasure. I rock back against his hand, searching for friction, my eyes closing as another little delighted noise leaves my mouth.

“What else?” he asks, the tip of a finger pushing into my pussy as his hand circles inward towards my nipples again.

“Hmm?” I hum in response, beyond words or thoughts, as he plays with my body.

“You said he’s teasing her breasts and her pussy and something else, but you didn’t finish your sentence.”

“He’s um…” I lick my lips, and my chin dips to my chest as he inserts his finger further. “There’s um…” I groan through my teeth as he keeps pumping it in and out, and he tweaks my nipple, finally giving it the attention it needs, my body shuddering in relief and my hips bucking.

“You can’t read with your eyes closed, Cassandra.” His fingers skate down my side, from the edge of my breast to the top of my hip, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“Wh-what?”

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