Page 25 of Fractured Dreams

When he released her from his mouth, she almost cried out in protest, but he was only transferring his attention to her other nipple, sucking and nipping it, then soothing it with his tongue, until she thought she might go crazy with the pleasure searing her nerve endings.

“Tex,” she gasped as she writhed on top of him.

“Eden.” His voice was gravelly with lust, but his lips curved in a smile against her breast. He was tormenting her on purpose, drawing it out, making her crazy for him. But she didn’t want to wait any longer—couldn’t wait any longer. She hadn’t been lying when she said she needed him. She did, desperately. All of him.

Every. Single. Inch.

He didn’t make her beg, his fingers stroking from her breasts to the waistband of her panties, sliding under and around to her ass before pressing against her so she lifted up enough for him to strip them off her one leg at a time.

Now Eden was naked, but Tex was still wearing his swim shorts. She moved down the lounger far enough to hook her fingers in the waistband, and he lifted his hips so she could pull them down and off.

Eden’s mouth went dry at the sight of him. It shouldn’t surprise her, considering how big Tex was in all other respects, but he was significantly bigger than either of the other men she’d been with. Very big, and very, very hard. She should have been nervous. Instead, liquid heat coursed through her veins and pooled low in her belly.

She let her eyes roam over his sculpted torso. He was so damn sexy; she didn’t know where to touch first—or taste. The tattoo low on his side drew her gaze down again, the stark black lines extending along the hard ridge of muscle at his hip, and she couldn’t stop herself dropping her head and tracing the ink with her lips and tongue. Tex groaned, his hands unintentionally rough as he fisted them in her hair, but she didn’t care, lost in the salty tang of his skin, wanting to taste him everywhere, wanting all of him while she had him. So, she didn’t fight the urge to reach up with one hand and stroke his erection, before turning her head from his hip to draw him into her mouth.

Tex’s hips jolted up helplessly. “Oh fuck,” he ground out as she swirled her tongue around his tip before taking him deep. He thrust his fingers further into her hair, tensing and relaxing them against her scalp in appreciation as she licked and sucked, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. His hips shifted restlessly under her hands as if he were barely restraining himself from pumping into her mouth, but before she got too carried away, he used his hold on her hair to tug her off him. “I’m not coming in your mouth, darlin’. Not this time anyway,” he said, voice rough.

Eden could only lick her lips as she looked up at him, seeing him in a way she never had before. He looked almost as out of control as she felt: eyes so dilated there was almost no gold visible, every muscle tensed, a thin sheen of perspiration coating his skin.

Because of her.

Eden trembled, wanting,craving,a release from the tension that filled her. Suddenly she was lost, the bravado that had taken her that far deserting her. She’d never felt so needy, so desperate. She wanted everything from him, all at once, his mouth on her, his tongue, his fingers on her,inher. His cock…

Tex seemed to sense she was overwhelmed and guided her upright, settling her hips back down over his so she was pressed flush to him again, this time with nothing between them. He used his hands on her hips to rock her against him, her slickness letting her glide smoothly along his length as they both looked down at where they were pressed so tightly together.

The pleasure flooding through Eden brought her back from wherever it was she had gone, and she took over the movement, her breaths quickening as heat and tension built hard and fast inside her. Tex’s hands slid from her hips to the apex of her thighs, and he used his thumbs to part her, allowing her to press herself more fully against him, giving her more pressure, more friction. She let out a whimper, arching into him. “That’s it, Eden.” His voice was pitched low, a dark, mesmerizing, bass rumble. “I want to see you come like this.”

Eden’s breaths were escaping in ragged pants, the pleasure building almost to the breaking point, her muscles tensing in preparation. She tipped her head back, staring up at the dark sunset blue of the sky as waves of heat washed over her skin.

Tex’s hands stroked upward to cup her breasts, his fingers tightening on her too-sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging, the slight sting sending even more pleasure spiking through her. The rush of sensation pushed her over the edge, and she cried out as she shattered, head dropping forward, hair forming a curtain around her face as her hips stuttered against him and her limbs shook with the intensity of her orgasm.

Tex gathered her hair in one hand and swept it back over her shoulder so he could see her face. She looked up, her gaze colliding with his. “That’s better sweetheart, I need your gorgeous eyes on me. If we’re doing this, I want you to know it’s me who’s fucking you.”

His words sent heat ricocheting back through her and she nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on him as he urged her upward. He gripped his cock in one hand and placed it at her entrance before freezing, eyes flashing wide then clenching shut, a hoarse groan wrenching from him. “Condom,” he grated.

Eden stilled. She’d been so caught up in her lust she hadn’t even thought about protection, which was sheer craziness. But that meant she didn’t have any with her, and she really didn’t want to rummage around in her brother’s stuff trying to find one of his. “I…” she started, then stopped. Tex’s eyes opened; the gold turned dark amber with frustrated need. Eden wet her lips. “I’m on birth control and I got tested after Mason… just in case.” She chewed on her lip. “But you, you’re…” God, she was so conflicted. Wanting this—wantinghim—so badly. Knowing that stopping now might allow him to talk himself out of it. But he was a rock star. How many women had he been with?

Tex studied her, his gaze unwavering. “I’m clean. I never go bare.Never. And I get tested at every physical.” His eyes flicked backward and forward between hers, his eyebrows furling as she bit her lip in indecision. “Do you trust me, Eden?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Eden’s heart hammered in her chest; breath hot in her lungs. Did she trust him? She shouldn’t—she should be more wary. But, looking into the familiar whiskey-gold of his eyes, she realized she did. She did trust him. In that moment, he wasn’t a rock star, he was Tex, the man, and she’d known the man a long time, even longer than she’d known the rock star. Long enough to believe he wouldn’t lie to her, wouldn’t hurt her that way.

“Yes,” she whispered, and that was all he needed to hear as he arched his hips, pressing up into her slowly enough that she whimpered at the tease. Then he flexed his hands on her hips and pulled down at the same time he thrust upward, impaling her on his hard length.

“Oh my God,” she gasped as her body stretched to welcome his intrusion, her eyelids drifting shut as she savored the feeling of having him inside her.

“Eden.” His voice was dark and velvety. “Eyes on me.”

She forced her eyes open and met his gaze, her heart tripping at its intensity as he watched her. Eden took a deep breath in before rolling her hips and beginning a smooth glide up and down the length of him.

This time it was Tex’s eyes sliding to half-mast as a groan shuddered out of him. “Fuck, you feel as good as I imagined. Better.” His hands clenched rhythmically on her hips, and the pleasure-drunk expression on his face had her riding the edge of another orgasm sooner than she could have ever imagined possible.

Eden skimmed her hands up her body, cupping her breasts and arching her back as Tex’s eyes followed her movements. He leaned forward and gripped one of her hands, pulling it away before taking her nipple in his mouth and drawing it deep. She slid her free hand into his hair, the soft strands slipping like silk through her fingers as she held him against her.

A groan rumbled out of him again as she tightened around him, already so close. But he held her hips still. “Not yet. If you go, I’ll go, and I don’t want this to be over so soon.”

He lifted her off him and stood, holding her against his chest; the strength in his arms only turning her on more. He placed her down on the lounger and knelt behind her. “Put your hands against the back.”

She did as he asked, then moaned as he slid home again. This time he thrust into her hard and fast, and she bowed her back to take as much of him as she could. Within a few minutes she was trembling on the edge again, her thighs shaking, heart pounding as he slammed into her over and over.

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