Page 29 of Twister

With another growl, he let go of her wrists, grasped the suit, and pushed it off her shoulders, down her body, and she supported herself against his broad shoulders as she stepped out of it. He tossed it away and then wedged his foot between hers, widening her stance. His hand slipped to her nape, holding her while the other slid down her ribs to her belly. She sucked in a hard breath, and her heart raced in anticipation of his touch. When his hand slipped between her thighs and his mouth returned to hers, his lips were hungry and demanding, trapped with him in this sensual bubble she never wanted to break. He parted her, sliding his fingers over her hot, throbbing clit, right where she needed him the most, and she cried out. He knew what he was doing. He strummed her almost to the breaking point but eased back before she could climax.

“Beautiful teasing bastard,” she murmured. “I can’t breathe, can’t think.”

“Don’t. We know how to hold our breaths,” he rasped, the pleasure in his voice soaking into her skin. Two fingers entered her, and she sucked in a breath at the dual assault, his thumb rubbing over her clit. She gasped and arched into him, the exquisite sensations spearing through her, rendering her speechless as well as mindless. She wanted to tip her head back, close her eyes, and just focus on feeling every sensation, every ripple of pleasure. But she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Waves of pleasure pulsated as he filled her, finally sending her head back against the wall as she panted for air, anticipating taking the promise of his hard heat all the way inside her.

His big body shuddered, and he buried his face against her neck, his ragged breath hot and damp against her skin. “Fuck me. So tight, so hot and wet,” he said hoarsely in her ear. “I want to dick you so deep and hard.”

“Oh, please, Shane. God, yes.”

He withdrew his fingers, and she ached with the loss, until he slid his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her off her feet. Her arms went around his neck, her nipples connecting with the hard planes of his slick chest, locking her ankles at the base of his spine, and she held on tightly as he carried her toward a wide, padded bench.

His hands went to the waistband of his skin shorts, but she reared up and covered them. She looked up into his burnished eyes flecked with gold, earthy with an aura of nature, strength, and security, with a glaze of rich, molten sheen. Something was happening between them that Sadie couldn’t define. As she reveled in the way he looked at her, his barriers seemed to dissolve, and his need for her body was overpowered by the way he spoke to her in the suspended silence, in a language that was ancient between a man and woman, slipping them both into an intimate place where those heavily emotional things happened: respect, longing, stunned speechless, confusion, and vulnerable, awareness that made a shiver ripple across her skin.

His muscles were hard velvet swells of bare skin. The provocative outline of his impressive erection, the fluid shape of his torso and hips, seduced her completely.

He stared at her, a strange, dazed, heated look, his eyes a tangled brush of dark lashes and pale gleaming metal. She opened her mouth on his ridged abdomen, tasting his hard, hot, bare skin, and power, so much power. She felt him groan, a rough note deep in his chest. She bit his skin. His taut muscles flexed, salty skin sliding past her tongue, and she wanted to give him the kind of pleasure he gave her.

“Let me,” she whispered between brief kisses. “Shane, you’re so magnificent. Please.” His hands trembled as he released her, those barriers still gone, unable to withstand her onslaught. She wrapped her hands in the waistband of the shorts and pulled. He popped gloriously free, his hard, thick erection curving up fromhis body. She didn’t hesitate. Flattening her hands on his strong thighs, she slid her palms upward. Her fingers traced the lines of his hips, then back down, then up again, but this time her thumbs brushed across the heavy sacks beneath his shaft until the fingers of one hand were wrapped snugly around the base of his heated flesh.

She glanced up the length of his torso, watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and finally met his gaze. His eyes were even darker, so intense and hypnotic, and when she stroked him all the way to the tip of his cock, then glided her thumb over the swollen head, he shuddered and jolted against her deliberate caress.

Unable to stop herself, she lowered her head and teased him with slow, languid licks and wet swirls of her tongue. Tortured him with her open mouth along the side of him. The heat and desperate longing to cherish and hold him spread to her body—she burned where she touched him, a hot ache that coursed from the fierce possession of her mouth down to her breasts and deep into the core of her—a pleasure that bloomed between her thighs and made her move and press and mold to him as if she could make him part of her.

His fingers slid into her hair and cupped the back of her head, gently urging her to take more of him, all of him. Parting her lips, she drew his shaft into her warm, wet mouth as far as she could, loving the taste of him, withdrawing slowly with enough suction and twist of her tongue to rip a helpless moan from his throat.

She cupped his rock-hard ass and rode him in quick succession. He cursed and pulled himself from her mouth, his tone a tortured rasp. “Goddammit, woman, you are driving me crazy mad to come, and I’m not quite ready for that,” he growled, the light in his eyes possessive and bright with desire.

He abruptly pressed her back, going to his knees, and fitting his shoulders between her thighs, he clamped his hot, damp mouth on her core, swirling his tongue in a sensuous path up to the pulsing center of her. She moaned as he licked her clit in a hot, searing stroke. The pleasure was sharp and riveting and stole her breath. A low throbbing began in her belly, then spiraled down to her sex, and she grabbed handfuls of his hair, wanting more, needing more…

That wicked tongue gave her no quarter, and unable to hold back, she let out a cry and arched sinuously against his mouth as she came in a burning wave that shook her entire body.

Without giving her a chance to recover from her orgasm, he moved up over her, the slide of his muscled body against hers making her pulse leap higher and faster. She reached down to touch him, and when her fingers fluttered over the broad, velvet head of his shaft, he sucked in a hissing breath. Grasping both of her wrists, he pulled her arms up and pinned them above her head, giving him complete control.

He settled more fully on top of her, his thighs forcing hers farther apart, and then he was sliding his hard shaft intimately against her, nudging his way in, stretching her, setting her body on fire. She caught a glimpse of his dark, fierce expression before he crushed his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, passionately.

Their moans mingled, and once he began to move, there was only a spiraling need between them, stretching for completion, and mind-blowing pleasure. He plunged into her, fast and deep and strong, a rich, seductive rhythm that pulsed as vitally as her heartbeat. His hips ground against hers with each driving, impaling thrust until she felt him go rigid, and his lower body arched into her high and hard, pushing her up and over yet another crest. She came again in a blinding climax of intoxicating speed and delirious sensation.

A low growl erupted from his chest and vibrated against her lips as his body jerked violently against hers, and he finally gave in to his own blistering release. They rode out the exquisite pleasure of their bodies fusing, hips pushing and straining, inner muscles clenching, and the overwhelming heat consuming them both.

Twister held on to her, enveloping her in his strength and heat, his body shuddering against hers, and Sadie clung to him, so emotionally exposed that she felt stripped inside. It took a long time for all that emotional turbulence to settle, and the first thing she was aware of was how securely he was holding her. She released some of the emotional overload by expelling the air in her lungs, then cradled the back of his head and hugged him fiercely.

Twister inhaled unevenly, then turned his head and kissed her on the curve of her neck. Sadie could feel his heart hammering against hers. “Are you all right, woman?” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

She nodded, burying her face against his neck with a smile. “I’m so good it should be against the law,” she said.

Drawing one arm from under her, he braced his weight on it and looked down at her. With the dark stubble shadowing his strong jaw, his heavy-lidded eyes, and his tousled hair, he looked dark and dangerous and very male. He smiled that piercing, gorgeous smile and just stared at her. His barriers were still down, and she marveled at that.

“I find myself helpless against your generosity, helpless against your beauty, and undone by my own raging needs. Needs I’ve suppressed for a long time. I feel a little lost here. Weak.”

“You’re not weak, Shane. Not by a long shot. Caring about someone isn’t a weakness.”

This vulnerable man baring such intimate thoughts to her twisted her heart in such a way, she wasn’t sure it would ever be right again.

He dropped his head. “No, you make me weak,” he murmured into her hair, her body still on fire from everything they had done. She didn’t want to let him go.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Shane.” She tried to ease the contraction in her throat. “You are…so special.” He smiled, but this time it was more boyish, giving her a glance like a secret shared between them, brief and heartrending. It sparked a pleasure so swift and fierce that she felt bruised inside.

She would never forget that dark hunger in his eyes, something so intense it would haunt her until no man but him would ever do, ever again. God, she was in so much trouble.

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