Page 70 of Love Me Fierce

It comes out husky, almost rough, like the thought of me touching him deepens his desire.

I sigh against his chest, wishing there wasn’t a need to rush. Little warning bells start chirping in the back of my mind, because it feels dangerously like losing a piece of control.

That should scare me, but right now, fear feels like a problem for later.

I shift a little so I can stroke down his chest, then over the firm ridge in his jeans.

He sucks in a breath and tucks a wisp of hair behind my ears. “You are under no obligation to reciprocate. That’s not what this is about.”

I stroke back and forth across the firm plane of his belly. “Understood.”

He brushes my cheek with the backs of his fingertips, his gaze that intense mix of need and tenderness.

I shift my body so I can explore his broad chest. He hums in delight and strokes my hair, then my shoulder, the rough callouses sending an electric buzz over my skin.

“Your lips feel so good,” he says as I brush past the smooth, firm planes of his abs.

I inch lower, savoring his warmth and strength and the idea that for these stolen moments, I get to be the source of his pleasure.

He tugs the hem of my shirt and I help him slip it off.

Heat fills his gaze when I glance up from where I’m flipping open his belt.

“You are so gorgeous,” he says, caressing down my shoulder, making my heartbeat throb lower.

I pull away so that I can get the buckle and the button of hisjeans free. He helps me slide his jeans down, yanking off his socks in the process. The bulge in his gray boxer briefs is undeniably sexy and if I’m being honest, a little intimidating—but in the best way.

He gives me a soft smile and draws me back next to him. “What’s going on up there?” He kisses my forehead.

“I’m, um, nervous.”

He laughs softly, then kisses my temple. “Says the woman who is currently making my dick weep.”

I fall against his shoulder, laughing. “But I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Exactly.” He tips my chin and our lips meet. He tugs on my lower lip for a fraction of a second, making my toes curl. Then our tongues flick and tease in a slow, sensual dance, turning my insides molten.

When I pull back, he gives me a playful smile. “It’s been a long time for me too.”

I curl against his side and stroke down his chest, then over his erection. He groans.

“What do you like?” I brush my fingertips back and forth across his stomach, above his waistband.

“The way your fingers feel. The way you seem to like touching me.”

I rub over his erection again, and he releases a sexy little groan.

“That,” he adds.

I grip him gently through the fabric.

He sucks in a tight breath, then laughs. “That’s good too.”

I can’t help my laugh. He rolls toward me, our bodies touching in ways that’s making me want him everywhere, naked skin on naked skin. His soft, wet tongue flicks playfully with mine, like we have all the time in the world. A part of me yearns for that freedom, while the other part is tutting at me about our ticking clock. As we kiss, I tuck under the fabric of his briefs and caress down his length.

He sighs into my mouth. He’s smooth and hard and thick. It’s been so long since I wanted any of this, but I want it with him. I tugthe fabric lower so I can stroke him. The tip of him is wet with his arousal, making my hand slick.

He draws back from our kiss, a look of tense need playing across his face. “That feels incredible.”

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