Page 53 of Trapped

“Oh yes.”

He gathered her to him again, and she sighed out her relief. Because she knew that if he pulled away from her now, the damage would be too great to endure.

He brought her mouth back to his, sending heat coursing through her. Sliding her hands down his body, she cupped his buttocks, pulling his erection against her thigh.

He made a sharp sound, and she thought for a moment that he would tear off her panties and his shorts and plunge into her.

But he sighed deeply and rolled to his side, taking her with him so that they were facing each other on the bed.

Outside, sunlight filtered through the trees and seeped through the window. He looked into her eyes, sliding his hands through her hair, then kissing her gently as he stroked his fingers over her cheeks, down to her jaw and over her collarbones.

She touched his body with the same tenderness, awed to be playing her fingers over his broad chest, grinning as she drew circles around his flat nipples and heard his quick, indrawn breath.

“You like that,” she murmured.

“You know I do.”

He pulled the covers down so that he could see her breasts. They weren’t quite as firm as they had been ten years ago, and she had a moment of uncertainty.

But his tender look told her what she needed to know. He sighed as he cradled them in his hands, stroking his thumbs across the tightened nipples.

“I love the way you feel.”

“That’s so good. What you’re doing is so good.”

“Oh yeah.”

He bent his head, circling one tight peak with his tongue, then sucking it into his mouth while he plucked at the other with his thumb and finger.

She heard herself make a sobbing sound as the pleasure of it surged through her.

They were almost naked, but the two thin layers of clothing between them had become intolerable.

She reached down, finding the waistband of her panties so she could push them over her hips and down her legs, where she kicked them away.

Seeing what she was doing, he followed her example. When they were both naked, he grinned at her, then sobered as he reached down to touch her intimately, his fingers tangling in the triangle of blond hair at the top of her legs before slipping lower, into the wet heat between her legs.

The way he caressed her said volumes. She knew that he remembered what she liked, his finger dipping inside her and circling, then moving all the way up to the site of her greatest sensation before traveling downward and starting all over again.

The pleasure was exquisite. And she wanted to give him that same joy. But when she reached down the front of his body, he stopped her hand before she found her goal.

“Don’t.” He caught his breath. “I need you too much.”

“No more than I need you.”

When he stroked her again, heat—and raw emotions—surged through her, and she heard his ragged breathing mingling with hers.

“I want you inside me.”

“God yes.”

“Now. Please, now.”

She rolled to her back and held out her arms to him. Finally, finally, he covered her body with his and plunged inside her.

Sexual need surged between them. And at the same time, she felt that an old wound was finally healed.

He brought his mouth back to her, his kiss hot and greedy as he moved in a steady rhythm, plunging into her and withdrawing.

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