Page 69 of Guarding the Singer

If she let him have this night with her... this moment?

He'd consider himself the luckiest man in the world.

She didn't speak to answer him, she reached down and picked up the bottom hem of her night shirt.

"Fuck," he grumbled under his breath, "let me... Please, let me do it."

She surrendered her shirt to his hands and he helped her sit up with him.

He gathered her shirt in his hands and lifted it up until he could see the waistband of her loose cotton sleep pants and a tempting strip of skin above it.

Beautiful.

He lifted it up and dropped the top on the edge of the couch.

His dreams paled in comparison to the reality.

"Fucking beautiful."

She felt her cheeks heat and the rest of her was just a heartbeat behind.

Just the way he looked at her made her believe him.

He looked at her with lust. Plenty of men had done that, but there was something else in his gaze.

She was trying to figure out the meaning of it when he leaned in and took her in his mouth.

Selene clasped her hands behind his head and held on as his mouth did amazing things to her.

The heat of his mouth, the rasp of his tongueagainst her skin, even the rasp of the shadow on his jaw rubbing against her skin pushed her further to the edge.

She felt like a firecracker with a lit fuse.

Just the touch of his mouth on her and she was ready to go.

She tried to clench her thighs together to hold back her release, but it only brought her closer because he was there.

Hard and heavy between her thighs.

She moved her hands to his shoulders, down his arms, across his back.

God, he was hard... everywhere.

And she... she wanted to feel him there.

She managed to grab at his hair, pulling by accident when he lifted off her breast, his teeth grazing her tender skin.

The edges of her vision darkened and she didn't have any idea that she could feel like this.

"Off," she gasped. "Off!"

He sat up, his gaze finding hers. "Stop?"

His voice cut through the rush of blood coursing in her veins and she frowned at first, struggling to make sense.

When she did, she found the words she needed to explain.

"No... my clothes... your clothes... I need them off. Now."

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