Page 28 of Crave Me

“That’s one way to put it,” I murmur, nuzzling her neck. I slow the tease of my tongue to speak. “Are you all right with everything I did to you?”

“No,” she admits.

“No?” I ask, stopping immediately.

She shakes her head slowly, her eyes feverishly glazed. “Uh-uh. I want more.”

Wren scrambles on top of me into a straddle, fisting her hair out of her way so she can do our next kiss that follows justice.

We kiss for what seems like forever, but I’m finding nothing between us is ever long enough.

“Evan,” she says, pausing to lick the tip of my tongue. “You blew me away, baby.” She scans my face in that way she does when she’s trying to gauge my thoughts. “Any regrets?”

“None.” I push away the hair she releases. Not because it’s in the way, but because I enjoy the feel. Like me, her skin is soaked with sweat and equally heated. “Do you want to take our shower now?” I ask.

She tilts her head as if unsure what I’m asking. “A shower?” she repeats. She circles my chest with her nails, appearing to give it some thought. “I guess that can be hot. But why don’t you make me a little more dirty first?”

Bloody hell, this woman can’t possibly be real.

The sensuality in her gaze surges as she replaces the condom and glides her pelvis over my groin. My spine arches and that stabbing desire to enter her returns.

“You like that, don’t you?” She laughs as she lowers her weight and repeats the motion. “Yeah, you do,” she says, her lashes fluttering as I continue to harden.

All it takes is a few passes for me to become fully erect. She grips the headboard with one hand to keep her balance, reaching between us with her opposite hand. Her eyes ram shut as we merge. I hang onto her hips, steadying her as she falls to one knee, my hands shaking from the flow of adrenaline coursing through my cells.

But as her body lowers onto my lap, there’s no hesitation. She moves quickly, alternating from bouncing to circling. I shove up into a sitting position, hooking her waist with my arm to help maintain her pace. She rewards me by pitching backward and offering a breast to suck. I draw it deep into my hot mouth while my fingers tug and roll her other nipple.

Wren cradles my head against her as our audible sounds take over the small confines of her bedroom. “That’s it, baby,” she whimpers, clutching me closer. “Show me how bad you want me.”

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