Page 21 of Savage Secrets

At long last, she plunged her hands into the opening she’d created and touched his warm, velvety skin.

He dropped his forehead to her chest, a shudder rollingthrough his strong body.

She ran her fingers over hard pecs sprinkled with crisp hair and down to his abs, rippled with bands of muscle.

When he wedged his thick thigh between hers, her pussy flooded again. She rocked into his leg and felt him tense.

Claiming her mouth again, he nudged his thigh into the V of her legs. Once. Twice.

Four times.

Six.

After so many years, just that small thump through her jeans sent shocks of need straight to her core.

With trembling hands, she removed his shirt while their kiss had her mind spinning a three-sixty. Just when she started to question if he’d ever take off her clothes, he gripped the hem of her top and tore it over her head. She barely recovered from that dizzying alpha move before he reached under her spine, pinched the clasp of her bra and popped it open.

“Do I have a player in my bed?” she whispered.

He issued a husky laugh. “I’m just good with my hands.”

“Show me.”

Oh god.

The man wasn’t lying.

He swiped the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of her nipple.

She bit off a cry, stretching into his hand for more.

She had no memory of him stripping off the rest of her clothes, but suddenly his hands wereall overher bare body.

He plucked at one nipple, then the other, drawing them into hard pebbles. He stretched his fingers higher, over the frantic pulse in her throat, and they both froze.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’ve never been so hard in my life.”

She rolled her hips into his to feel for herself.

What she was learning about Zach was she could count on his honesty. His claim that he was good with his hands—andhis hardness—proved he did not exaggerate.

Her pussy clenched with need, ready to take his impressive length inside her, to feel him driving deep until they both shook with release.

“Zach!” She gulped back a cry. “I need you!”

In the darkness, his eyes were glossy with lust. She skimmed her fingers over his jaw again, but then he was gone, moving down her body, kissing and sucking at her nipples, and then her belly that possessed flab and loose skin after carrying a child.

He didn’t care about any of her shortcomings.

He just parted her thighs and buried his tongue inside her pussy.

* * * * *

Opal barely contained her scream, and Zach’s own damn near followed. The taste of her sweet honey coating his tongue had him ready to explode.

With a low growl, he thumbed her pussy lips apart so he could get deeper and taste more of her. Sliding his tongue down her seam from clit to opening, he rejoiced in the quivers moving through her body.

He needed her to come. On his tongue. Now. So he could move on to giving her a second orgasm on his cock.

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