Page 21 of Saving Shepperd

Law moved above me while carefully watching my reaction. “Will it be too much if I lie on top of you? I want to feel you beneath me more than I can remember ever wanting something.” Quickly he tacked on, “But I don’t want to scare you, or trigger you. You have to help me here until we know each other better.” A devilish smile spread from one corner of his mouth.

“It’s fine if you do that. Lie on me.”

So he did, and I took a few moments to revel in the feeling. His body weight pressing me deeper into the mattress, the warmth coming from his skin. Everything about the scene was incredible. As long as I stayed engaged with what was going on and didn’t let my mind wander, things would be fine. Better than fine.

Law kissed across my jaw to the spot beneath my ear. I felt his measured breaths and his slick tongue as he lapped at my skin.

“You smell so good. I don’t know what perfume you wear, but it drives me crazy. It suits you perfectly.”

“Mmmm, feels so good,” I hummed and stretched my neck to the side to let him explore. He moved my hair to the pillow above my head while keeping eye contact the entire time.

“I’m one lucky man,” he said and gave his head a little shake.

“Mmmm,” I moaned again when he returned his attention back to my neck.

He sucked my skin a bit harder as he made a path downward.

“I think I’m the lucky one here,” I finally said.

He kissed down my throat to the hollow between my collar bones and spent some time nuzzling in the dip.

I spread my legs a little more, and he settled into the space I created. His erection was impossible to miss in that position, and he rocked into me a couple times as if testing the waters to see if I would deny him. If he kept up that motion, I’d take my own pants down and insist he do it properly.

To show him I was present and agreeable to what was happening, I wrapped my legs around his hips and held his body to mine.

A low groan worked up his throat and vibrated against my own while he continued feasting on my skin.

He slid his hand under the hem of my shirt, and I arched into his palm. The movement sent a clear message that I was doing fine with what was going on, so he boldly went right for my breast beneath the fabric. I rolled my eyes back when he gave my stiff nipple a little flick, so he did it again.

“Sit up for a sec?” he asked while pulling his body back to give me room to accommodate his request.

I sat up, and he had my shirt off and tossed over his shoulder with a wicked grin.

“That’s better.” He stretched his arms behind my back to release my bra. He tossed that off the bed too and sat back on his heels to take me in.

I leaned back on bent elbows and watched his expression. The man looked like he was mentally mapping out a plan of where to touch but couldn’t decide where to start. I cupped my breasts in my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze before pushing them toward the center in offering.

“You look like a little boy on Christmas morning.”

He chuckled. “Apparently I’ve been very good this year, then. Fuck me,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re so stunning. I can’t stop staring. Every single thing about you is perfect.”

I was positive no one had ever said those words to me in my entire life. Yes, people told me I was pretty. Yes, people always commented about my long blond hair. But that’s where the love usually stopped. Next I would usually hear that I needed to eat more, that you could see my bones right under my skin, or worse—what I always suspected in my insecure thoughts—the comparisons between my older sisters or my twin and me. Some people were rude enough to vocalize the thoughts while the rest silently made their lists of my shortcomings.

But I forced myself to stay present with Law. So far, he wasn’t like the other guys I’d fooled around with. If he said he appreciated something, he meant it. He was confident in the way he moved, and he gave me an immeasurable sense of security.

When I snapped out of my own thoughts and reengaged in the moment, his mouth was exploring the underside of my breast, where he sucked particularly hard on my delicate skin. Yeah, that was definitely going to leave a mark, and I secretly rejoiced.

“Fuck!” I yipped when he sunk his teeth into my body. “Feels so good,” I preached straight up to the ceiling above me. “God, yes.”

“You like that?” he asked, pulling back from his busy work.

“Yes. Definitely,” I panted.

My sexy man got right back to work, and by the time he was done and we were both glassy-eyed and panting, I had a chain of bite marks from one breast to the other.

“No bathing suit for you for a few days,” he chuckled while surveying the bruises. He ran his finger from one to the other and looked very pleased with himself. Blatantly, he rubbed the bulge at his crotch and made a strangled sort of moan.

“Need some help there?” I said as seductively as possible, and I saw immediately how my question surprised him.

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