Page 79 of Love Me Fearless

He takes my hands from behind his neck and bends us forward. A shiver of anticipation travels down my spine as I grip the back of the couch. Hutch kisses down my back, his lips so soft, and slides my underwear down. I rock on my knees to help.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says, caressing the outside of mythighs and over my hips. He strokes up my back, moving in behind me again, his erection thick and hard against me. I force a measured breath to slow my racing heart. I just need to have a little patience, and I’m sure he’ll tend to the cravings twisting tighter and tighter inside me. Or I could beg and he might take care of them now.

“You okay with me back here?” He caresses slowly over my ass.

I should fire back a snarky retort, but it’s like my tongue has lost power. Or maybe it’s my brain. He strokes me between my thighs, making me quiver.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“Don’t stop,” I blurt.

He laughs. “Someone’s getting demanding.”

“It’s your fault.”

“I know,” he says in that sensual purr.

I funnel my irritation at how easily he’s turned me into a needy mess into maintaining what dignity I have left. What this man can do with just his fingers…

The pleasure from his touch ripples through me, making my breaths come faster and my core tighten. He cradles my right side with one hand and hovers over my spine, planting soft kisses while his attentive caresses start to unravel me. Gently, he thrusts a finger inside me.

I suck in a breath, my fingers curling around the back of the couch.

“You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”

“I’m so going to get you back for this,” I manage between pants.

He withdraws, making my body shudder with need, and kisses up my spine. “Get me back for what?”

Begging him is on the tip of my tongue, but I’m scared to say what I need. Maybe because I’m not ready to admit how much I want him. Maybe I’m afraid it’ll drive him away—after all, if I tell him, it means he will have conquered his goal.

“Being so good to me,” I say instead.

He wraps his arms around me and sighs into my shoulder blade. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how good I’m going to be to you.”

Hot tears prick my eyes but I blink hard to shove them back. What is wrong with me?

He strokes me again, dipping inside me and circling with his thumb. My body cramps with an urgent thirst. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.

“Please,” I whisper.

He sweeps my hair so it falls to one side, then caresses down my back. “Are you asking to be fucked, sweetheart?”

A shudder rattles through my core. He is torturing me. On purpose. I force a steadying breath. “If you don’t, I might have to do it myself.”

He laughs. “Oh, we’ll be having none of that.” To my relief, he unbuckles, the clang of the metal imprinting in my mind, driving my anticipation into crisis levels. “But I reserve the right to revisit that idea some other time. While I watch.”

Laughing, I glance over my shoulder. He grins back at me as he slips a condom from his wallet and drops his pants and briefs to the floor. Watching him roll the condom down his impressive length might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Or maybe it’s just my current state of crazy and how badly he’s made me want him.

He rubs me in soft circles, eyes locked with mine. “If it’s too much, you tell me.”

“Hutch,” I say on a sigh.

He moves between my thighs. The press of himright therehas me gripping the couch in anticipation. Slowly, he rocks forward, pressing inside me. I gulp a breath as my body works to take him. God, it’s delicious. He rocks back and thrusts again, driving until there’s nothing between us.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, caressing up my sides and down my back.

I lower my forehead to the back of the couch to steady myself.He cradles my waist, like he needs to steady himself too. He starts to rock in slow, sensual thrusts, and it’s so incredibly good.

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