Page 59 of Love Me Fearless

His confession rattles around in my mind. He’s never brought his women to this room? I’m the first? I want to believe it means something, but it’s also a reminder that he’s never tried to make something last. Why should I pretend that doesn’t scare the shit out of me?

He kisses down my belly, that skilled tongue flicking dangerously lower, until he’s between my thighs. A tremor rattles down my body in anticipation. One soft, wet caress of his skilled tongue draws a whimper from my lips. He starts slow, lavishing me with tenderness and such focus, like pleasing me is the most important thing in the world. Gently, he urges my thighs open and strokes me with the pad of his fingers.

“So soft, sweetheart.” He traces down and gently thrusts a fingerto where I’m cramped tight with need. “You’re aching for me inside, aren’t you? Even after I filled you up so good already.”

“Yes,” I groan. Especially so. Like I told him…too fast. That quick taste awakened all my cravings, like a tease.

He adds another finger and slowly thrusts while his tongue starts to drive me insane. My thighs quiver and my breaths turn sharp. His slow, seductive pace only seems to make the ache burn hotter, harder. He grasps the top of my thigh, pinning me in place while he glides and thrusts. His tongue is relentless, slick and hot and firm.

He groans, the vibrations tingling through me. The pleasure is intense, exquisite, right on the edge of what I can handle. I reach out for him, my fingers snagging a fist of his hair. I hold on tight as the tension inside me snaps. The first hit of pleasure rips through me. I cry out, completely consumed. Hutch keeps going, blasting the rest of my inhibitions to bits, drawing a series of lusty cries from my lips. I’m flying, higher and higher, the climax like a cresting wave of pure, sweet freedom. When finally, the wave breaks, I collapse into the covers, panting.

He releases a languid, sexy “Mmm” that tickles my heartstrings. It’s the kind of purr that signals satisfaction. Delight. A longing tightens inside me for more.

Slowly, he kisses up, then rests his cheek on my belly while caressing my thigh like he’s completely content to hold me and touch me while the final notes of pleasure rings through my body.

Gently, I comb through his thick hair. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

He chuckles. “Fuck no.” He props his chin on his fist to gaze up at me. “I might have to return the favor, though.”

The hollow between my thighs gives a fluttery throb. “You’d have to get me on my knees first.” I arch my eyebrow and stare him down.

His eyes flash with the challenge I’ve just presented. “I bet I can get you begging for it.”

I laugh. “I don’t beg, Hutchins. No man is that good.” Though I don’t think it would take much to convince me that he is, in fact, exactlythatgood.

His mouth opens in shock, making me laugh harder. He jabs my side, right where I’m ticklish, making me squirm. Hutch rises on his knees to attack me with more tickles.

“Then I guess I’ll have to prove you wrong,” he says.

A thrill burns through me but I focus on deflecting his assault, squirming and flailing my arms. When I try to roll away, he grabs me around the middle and dives in behind me, hugging me to his chest with his muscular arms. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and growls. Against me, he’s so firm and warm and hard, every muscle honed and fit and powerful.

My pulse throbs lower, making me want him again.

I run my palm from his hip down his thigh, needing to feel the way his body is molded to mine to make sure this is all real. Though he’s still in his briefs, his erection trapped between us is thick and firm against me, weakening my resolve to make him work for his goal. I arch my back to get him closer.

He sweeps my hair up and away from my neck, his fingers combing through the strands with just enough intensity to make my scalp tingle. My thighs clench before I realize it’s happening, and he gives me an appreciative hum, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

His kisses behind my ear send heat prickles down my spine. I slip my fingers between his thighs and caress under the fabric of his briefs. He’s so warm and smooth here. If I didn’t think it would make his already big head even bigger, I could spend hours touching him, exploring.

“Nuh uh,” Hutch scolds, guiding my hand to the upper corner of the bed, then caressing down the underside of my arm to my breasts. “You need a reminder to keep those hands where I put them?”

“You’re not tying me up,” I say, flashing him a stern glance. A fluttery chill is rising up my chest. It’s a warning, but it makes no…

He grins. “Scared you’ll like it, Greely?”

The flicker of memory hits my brain too fast. I closemy eyes to shut it out but not before I’m back in my apartment with the man in the black ski mask hovering over me.

Hutch stops. “Whoa, Ava, what’s wrong?”

I open my eyes. “Nothing.”

He pushes up on one arm and rolls me to my back, his eyes troubled. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

I force a slow breath to calm my pounding heart. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t even know what it is, or…why it’s happening.”

His compassionate look could kill me if I let it. “Someone hurt you?”

“No.”

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