Page 45 of Rebel Hawke

Grinding.

Mindless.

Nothing but flashes of bright lights and sizzling nerve endings as he licks and sucks and consumes me so thoroughly it’s almost agonizing. Until the pleasure is so intense that I can’t take it anymore—

Gasping, I release the comforter to push at his head. “Oh, God. Stop…”

He lifts it, and his hooded eyes meet mine.

I try to catch my breath, struggling to drag in air. “I can’t-can’t breathe.”

The satisfied look and all humor vanish from his face, quickly replaced by worry. “Are you okay?” He slides up over me, making sure to keep his body weight off. One hand cups my cheek gently, and he searches my gaze, concern furrowing his brow. “Wren…”

I nod, trying again to suck in a strangled breath. “Just g-give me a m-minute.” I press my hand over my chest. “L-lung damage fr-from the fire. Sometimes, I c-can’t—”

“Shh…” He shushes me softly, lightly brushing his thumb across my cheek. “Stop talking. Long, slow, deep breaths.”

Caribbean gaze locked with mine, he holds me steady in those warm waters as I follow his mesmerizing voice giving me directions.

“In…”

Drawing air in slowly against the constriction of my chest.

“And out…”

Releasing it.

I do my best to concentrate on filling my lungs and letting the air free until the tightness in my ribcage finally starts to relax, and I can actually feel my body getting some oxygen again.

The heavy crease between his brows softens. “Better?”

Nodding, I take one more deep inhalation and let it out to confirm it’s passed. “Yeah.”

He glances back at my bag by the door. “Do you have an inhaler?”

“In my purse, if I need it.”

Atlas tips my chin. “Doyou?”

Testing my unreliable body, I take another breath and exhale slowly.

I shake my head. “Not right now.”

These incidents suck.

They always seem to come at the most inopportune time.

In the middle of a flow at the studio…

Out for a run…

When I’m excited or worked up about something…

And I am mostdefinitelyworked up at the moment. My body thrums from the orgasm, still wanting more, still craving Atlas’ hands and mouth all over me. His hard cock inside me instead of where it’s currently pressed against me.

I shift against him, running my hand along his side and offering him a smile that I hope convinces him to forget the little mood-killing incident.

The corner of his lips twitches. “Might want to have it handy for what I have planned for you.”

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