Page 105 of The Twilight Theft

“So much,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and rolling her head forward onto my chest. “I swore off sex five years ago when I started working for Reynolds. I don’t know if I can break that vow so easily.”

“Of course you can.”

“I mean…” She looked up at me, her big brown eyes softer than I’d thought possible from her. She was so fucking gorgeous just taking up space with me. Just being vulnerable for a moment. The seconds dragged on as her gaze flitted from my eyes to my lips, to the wall and the ceiling, and back. “Yes.”

Yes, to which part? I paused for a beat but wasn’t about to debate. I’d give her what I hoped she meant and if she asked for more, I’d give that to her, too.

Her eyes fluttered closed as I leaned in and brushed my lips across hers.

“Yes,” she whispered again, threading one arm between us and up around my neck. “Tell me you want me.”

“More than air.” I ran my mouth up her cheek to her ear.

She pulled out the hem of my shirt, fingers dancing over the buttons. “Tell me I’m pretty.”

Frenzied movements didn’t belong. I wanted slow and steady, a dance of lips and tongues, hot breaths and soft sighs. I took her hand, slowing her down.

As her eyes searched mine, the intensity built between us. Shared energy charged the air and every nerve in my body felt like a live wire waiting for contact.

“Drew...” The pleading note in her voice shook me to my core.

“You’re stunning. More than pretty. More than beautiful.” I ran my hands down her sides, under her ass, and picked her up. How many hours had she consumed my thoughts since Monday? How many nights since the Harrington job had I lain awake thinking of her tongue against mine, wanting nothing more than to feel her body beneath me, to hear her moans in my ear?

She whimpered as she wrapped her legs around my hips, her left leg obviously causing her more pain than she’d admit. She dug her hands into my hair, scratching across my scalp, and pulled my face closer to kiss again. Her tongue delved into my mouth, as though she couldn’t get enough.

I carried her, and her heels dug into my lower back. She ground against me, my cock begging for me to speed up.

Once she was on the bed, she shimmied out of her dress. Her lips parted as I watched, sending shivers down my spine. She was awe-inspiring, the way the fabric clung to every curve before sliding off to reveal the satin bra and panties beneath.

“Fuck,” I breathed, tearing off my jacket and shirt. My gaze drifted along the puckered foot-long scar down the side of her left leg, to the scrapes on her hips, and the bruised skin along her sides.I should have protected her from Wyatt.My stomach clenched, but I pushed the guilt into my emotional locker. Guilt wasn’t what we needed tonight.

Jayce hooked her thumbs under the sides of her underwear and paused. “Tell me this isn’t a mistake.”

Did she doubt everything I’d said earlier? Was it because I was the one saying it? Or because anyone had said it?

“This is the first smart decision I’ve made in a long time.” I unbuttoned my pants, but left them on, teasing myself as much as her. “Now take those off because I’ve been craving you.”

She took off her underwear and bra, heat flaring in her eyes.

“Now lie back, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

“Okay.” Her breath hitched as I crawled up her body, pressing kisses along her calves and her injured knee. Her skin tasted like sweat and the hint of sugar I’d imagined.

When my lips reached the top of her thighs, she sighed, and I couldn’t hold back my groan. She was already wet—so goddamn ready for me. Her hips jerked forward as I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. I kept going, dragging my tongue through her slit, up to her clit.

I burrowed my face between her legs and inhaled deeply, taking in the heady scent of her arousal. My tongue traced circles around her entrance and swirled around her clit, eliciting a noise so primal it vibrated through me. Her flavor was heaven, all sweet and salty and so fucking intoxicating.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her eyes slipping shut as I plunged two fingers inside her and sucked on her clit.

I licked and teased, determined to make her come as quickly as possible. Once the first one was done, we could take our time. Her body twitched beneath me, hands gripping the sheets tightly as she gasped for breath.

I lapped eagerly at her nub and thrust my fingers in and out, curling them to find the softest spot inside. “Let go, sweetheart.”

“Not yet,” she groaned. “I want you inside me.”

“You need to come first.” I had to take away her doubts before she’d truly surrender.

Her fingers dug into my hair and pulled gently, urging me on. She grew louder, her whimpers and quiet cries echoing through the room and straight to my cock, which throbbed in anticipation of claiming her.

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