Page 31 of Fractured Dreams

He tugged at where she was still clutching the towel to her chest, pulling it away from her and dropping it on the floor. For a second, he could only stare at her, wondering how he’d gotten so damn lucky. Her skin was still damp and rosy from the shower, tendrils of wet hair clinging to the slopes of her breasts and her nipples already hard under his gaze. The need to be touching her seared through him and unable to wait a second longer, he stepped forward, buried his hands in her hair and took her mouth again, the way he’d been wanting to all day. As his tongue stroked against hers, she rose on her tiptoes to press herself closer to him, her breasts pushing against his shirt.

Tex slid his hands down to her waist and lifted her, setting her on the marble countertop. He smiled against her lips as she gasped from the coolness of the stone against her overheated skin. Breaking the kiss, he ran his hand up her back, encouraging her to arch up so he could take one of her pebbled nipples in his mouth. She whimpered as he sucked and nipped at it while his fingers went to her other nipple, rolling and pinching until she was moaning and moving restlessly against him.

Only then did Tex slide his other hand down over the satin soft skin of her stomach until his fingers found her already slick center, and he groaned at how wet she was. “Is that all for me, sweetheart?”

She made a nonsensical noise of affirmation as his thumb teased her clit, softly at first, barely brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves until she whimpered in protest at his featherlight touch. He smiled again, looking up at her face to see her eyes closed, lips parted as her breathing quickened. He increased the pressure, then dipped lower, tracing circles around her entrance before sliding one finger in deep, making her gasp as her hips jolted forward.

“Fuck, Eden. I want to take you hard, but I have to have a taste first. Just one taste,” he said. He dropped to his knees and used his hands to spread her legs, his cock hardening almost painfully seeing her before him, all swollen pink and glistening—all for him. All of her, his for the taking. For the next few weeks at least.

He pressed his lips to the softness of her inner thigh, feeling her tremble in anticipation. The first long glide of his tongue over her sensitive flesh made her moan, then he tasted her, a quick lick of her sweetness that had her clutching at his hair. He used the flat of his tongue to swipe across her folds before opening his mouth over her clit and sucking on it as she bucked against him.

She tasted so fucking good. Sweet and salty and completely addictive. As he alternated sucking with swipes of his tongue, he eased one long finger back into her, sliding it in and out before adding another and pressing deeper into her heat, stroking over her sensitive nerve endings until she was calling out his name, her hips rocking against his mouth.

Tex couldn’t hold off any longer, he was painfully, achingly hard. He needed her to come so he could be inside her again. He stroked his tongue over her clit once more, then bit down gently at the same moment he curled his fingers against her sensitive inner wall. She cried out and came, the clenching of her body around his fingers driving him mad with need.

As Eden’s shudders eased, he stood, and with the vision of her flushed and panting in front of him, he undressed faster than he ever had before, then had to give himself a couple of hard strokes as he looked at her through narrowed eyes. She wet her lips as she watched the movement of his hand, gaze slightly unfocused as she recovered from her orgasm, and it was too much for him. He took one step forward, gripped her hip and notched the head of his cock against her entrance. Then, weaving the fingers of one hand through her hair, he cupped the side of her head and tilted it down, so they were both watching as he slowly drove into her.

Needing to reassure her, but also wanting to hear the words himself, he growled, “While this thing is happening between us, no one touches you but me, and no one touches me but you. Agreed?”

She was breathing heavily as she watched him sink another inch into her, but she gave a jerky nod in response.

It wasn’t enough. “Say it,” he gritted out.

Eden’s voice was breathless, but she did what he asked. “No one touches me but you. No one touches you but me.”

“Good fucking girl,” he growled, thrusting forward until he bottomed out.

Eden gasped at the abrupt invasion, then moaned and tossed her head back as the tight grip of her muscles eased around him.

“You feel so good; so perfect,” he groaned, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, breathing harshly through the intense pleasure of having her so hot and tight around him. Using the hand that wasn’t gripping her hip, he fisted her hair again and tugged her head back, so he had better access to her breasts. Then he bent forward, rasping his scruff against the tender skin between them, before licking and sucking his way up the slope of one and taking her nipple into his mouth.

Eden’s hands went to his hair, holding him against her as he licked and nipped, “Tex,” she gasped as he thrust into her again and again. She was getting wetter and tighter around him with every stroke, her hips trying to move against his, but he held her still, driven by the need totakeher. To make sure she knew it was him making her feel so good.

He raised his head from her breasts and glanced into the mirror behind her. Seeing the wet ribbons of her hair plastered to the smooth skin of her back, the way her legs wrapped around his hips, the way she looked so small and delicate against the hard bulk of him, seeing the contrast of them together—creamy unblemished skin against tanned and tattooed—awareness sizzled like electricity down his spine. Awareness of who she was, and what that might mean, and just how fucking good it felt.

It was too soon. Too soon to be feeling anything other than lust. And yet he knew, if he weren’t careful, he could lose himself in the touch of her hands, the burn of her kisses. He needed to be careful, because this whole thing could backfire and hurt more people than just him and Eden.

And yet right then, with her moaning and whimpering as he drove her hard toward another orgasm, he didn’t fucking care who else got hurt. He slid his hand from her hip across until he could reach her clit with his thumb, stroking it until she cried out. And as she started to tremble, as her panting cries got louder and more desperate, as her internal muscles fluttered around him, he tipped her head back and held her gaze. He wanted that connection, wanted to see it flaring in her eyes the way he had the night before. As her body began to clench around him, her eyelids slid shut. But he didn’t mind—he’d seen what he needed to see. And as she came, he gave one last hard thrust, dropped his head to the crook of her neck and breathed her in as he followed right behind.

Chapter 18

Eden lay on her side, looking at Tex, tracing his sleeping profile with her eyes, wondering how she’d gotten here. It’d been three days since the concert, since he’d staked his claim so thoroughly, and Eden couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy. Other than a single volunteer shift at the hospital for her, and the one time they’d gone around to Connor and Lexie’s house for dinner, they’d been existing in their own little bubble. It was only the two of them in the house, cooking together, playing music, swimming, or simply hanging out and talking. And the sex. Oh God, the sex. She couldn’t get enough of it—of him. She’d never been so insatiable, never wanted anyone the way she wanted him. It’d only been a few days, but she was already hooked on his touch, his taste. She didn’t want to think about what might happen when Noah got back, she just wanted to stay happy in their little bubble.

Unable to resist, she reached out and stroked her fingers lightly over the curve of his bicep, tracing the black lines of the tattoo that curved over it.

As delicate as her touch had been, his eyes opened, and he turned to look at her, the amber turning from drowsy to heated and glittering in a second.

“Mornin’, sweetheart’.” His voice deep and rough from sleep sent goose bumps skittering down her spine.

“Morning,” she said shyly, still not used to the impact of having him in her bed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of waking up to this,” he said, tugging the sheet covering her down slowly until her breasts were revealed to him. His eyes turned molten gold as her nipples hardened under his gaze. “You’re so fucking gorgeous Eden.” He rolled so he was leaning over her and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before dropping his head to her chest and taking her nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking until she was a squirming ball of need beneath him.

She ran her hands over the firm muscles of his back and let her legs fall open in invitation. And as he moved inside her, slow and sweet this time, Eden knew that whatever it was between them had the potential to hurt her far worse than Mason had.

But oh God, the pain might just be worth it.

After breakfast, Tex went to practice his guitar, and Eden got ready for another volunteer shift at the hospital. Before she left, Tex came back out and almost succeeded in making her late before she was forced to put a stop to things. But she couldn’t keep the smile from her face as she left the house.

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