Page 59 of Tangled Vows

I tore the ruined material down her arms and tossed it aside before moving to her jeans. She fell back onto the bed and eagerly lifted her hips so I could slide them down her legs.

I straightened and let my heated gaze rake over her. Her eyes blazed with need, and her chest rose and fell in a rapid staccato rhythm. She tracked my every movement as I kneeled in front of her. Snaking my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her forward until our mouths were almost touching but refused to close the last inch of distance between us.

“Tell me you want this as much as I do,” I practically begged, pressing my forehead to hers. If she didn’t, I would lose my mind. But her hooded gaze and the way she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth told me everything I needed to know. Her nod sealed the deal.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, to finally make you mine,” I declared, before licking my lips, “but first, I need another taste.” For once, she didn’t argue or challenge me. I hoped she was as desperate to have my mouth on her skin as I was to lick every inch of her.

I tugged the cups of her bra down, freeing her breasts. The rosy, pink tips pebbled when they met the cool air. I curled my hand around one breast and reveled in how soft it felt against my palm. Holding it in place, I closed my mouth around her nipple. She cried out as I sucked it into my mouth, and her hips bucked.I flicked and swirled my tongue over the stiff peak until she was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath me.

Then I moved to the other side and repeated the slow, sensuous torture. Her nipples were flushed a darker shade of pink and wet from my ministrations when I finally relented. I pressed my lips to her sternum and kissed a path down her stomach, stopping just above the edge of her panties.

“Please,” she pleaded shamelessly, desperately.

“Please what?” I asked as my lips curled against her skin.

“Touch me. Kiss me. Lick me. I don’t care. Just do something.Anything.”

“I’ll give you everything you want,” I declared, ready to make good on that promise.

43

SHAYLA

Iwanted Easton Walker more than anything. More than air. More than water. I needed his touch to survive.

As though he could sense my impatience, he took his time removing my undergarments. He unclasped my bra, slipped the straps off my shoulders, and slowly dragged them down my arms. Next, he moved to my panties and slid them down my legs at an achingly slow pace.Frustrating, infuriating man. He settled back on his haunches and studied me a moment. I lay there naked, my skin flushed and heart pounding as he peered down at me.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he proclaimed, and my breath hitched. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d hear those words come out of Easton’s mouth. I never imagined he would look at me with such carnal need. But here I was, completely bare to him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off me. He drank me in hungrily as though he was ready to devour me whole.

Easton’s head descended, and he took one long, slow swipe with his tongue over my dripping entrance. He flicked it over my clit before gently biting down on the tender bud. My toes curled as he hummed his pleasure against my skin, and my fingersinstinctively went to his hair. They tangled in the long, silky strands as he lapped at me and drew slow, agonizing circles over my clit.

It wasn’t long before the pressure built between my hips, and tension coiled tight in my lower belly. My body was like a bow string being pulled taut and when it snapped, I arched off the bed, Easton’s name leaving my lips on a gasp.

He kissed his way up my body as aftershocks rocketed through me. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I attempted to catch my breath. When he reached my mouth, his tongue swiped across the seam of my lips, silently asking for entrance. I let him in, tasting my release on his tongue the moment it swept inside, and moaned into his kiss.

“See how good you taste?” he asked, and I felt his erection press against my hip. “I’ve been dreaming of it for months, and you’re just as sweet as I knew you’d be.”

He’d been dreaming of tasting me for months? Fuck, I’d been so wrong about him. Aboutus. This hadn’t been a game to him or some kind of joke. I hadn’t been as alone in this desperate attraction like I thought.

“I need to be inside you.”

“Please.” Shit, there I went begging again. Who even was I? I didn’t beg. Ever. And I certainly didn’t beg Easton Walker to fuck me. Yet, here I was, doing just that.

He lifted off me and went to his nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, he retrieved a condom, and I watched as he tore it with his teeth. He glanced up and caught me watching him. My cheeks heated as a wicked grin curved his perfect lips.

“Come here,” he commanded, and I eagerly obeyed, crawling across the bed until I reached him. His eyes flared and his pupils dilated, the bulge in his pants revealing just how turned on he was.

“Fuck, I like watching you crawl to me,” he admitted, and my stomach dipped. Easton watched me with an intensity I’d never witnessed from a lover before. He looked at me in a way that laid me bare. Like he recognized every hidden, broken part of me and still saw perfection. There was reverence in his gaze, like he was ready to worship every inch of me.

“Undo my belt,” he instructed, his voice full of gravel and need. I reached for him with shaking hands and pulled the leather free. Without waiting for further direction, I undid his pants and pushed them down his legs. His cock jutted out proudly, tenting his boxers. “Take me out.” I reached inside and gripped his shaft, stroking as I released him from the confines of his underwear. A curse fell from his lips when I rubbed my thumb over the drop of precum leaking from the tip.

“I want to see that smart mouth wrapped around my cock one day, but right now, I want to fuck your pretty pink pussy more.” My core clenched with need, and my thighs grew slick with my arousal. Nobody had ever talked to me like that before. It was something I never knew I needed.

Until now.

For a moment, I thought about defying him and taking him in my mouth anyway, but I was too needy for his touch. I wanted to be filled up by him just as desperately as he wanted to be inside me.

With a palm to my chest, he urged me onto my back. I watched with rapt attention as he rolled the condom down his impressive length. He crawled over me, settling his hips between my spread thighs.

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