Page 74 of Chasing Paradise

Wick’s head shifted, working my other breast with his tongue and teeth until my fingers were grabbing his shirt, tugging until he had no choice but to let me awkwardly remove it from him one arm at a time.

His chest pressed to my breasts as his mouth claimed mine, his lips muffling my moan at the feel of him against me.

The kiss was lazy and searching at first. But it wasn’t long for it to grow hungry and demanding.

My hands slid down his body, sinking into his ass to pull him over me as my legs spread wide for him to slip between.

His hardness pressed against my cleft and my hips rocked up instinctively.

A rumble moved through Wick as my legs lifted, going around his hips, holding him tightly around me, so when my hips rocked, his cock hit me just where I needed it most.

Wick’s teeth nipped my lower lip, pulling to the point of pain before releasing me.

He fought against the hold of my legs to move off to the side of me, letting out a little chuckle at the grumble that escaped me.

But then his hand was moving down my belly, and all other thoughts flew out of my mind.

His fingertips teased the waistband of my shorts, but instead of slipping under, he grabbed the material of both my shorts and panties and started to tug down.

I pulled my knees to my chest to help him move them down and off before I let my legs lower and butterfly open in shameless invitation.

It was one Wick was all too happy to accept.

His hand landed on my inner thigh, close, but frustratingly far away.

“Wick, please,” I begged.

“Please what?” he asked, turning his head in toward my neck, his lips soft on my skin. That mingled with the rough scrape of his beard had little shivers coursing through me.

“Please touch me,” I said, my voice a throaty sound.

That rumble moved through him again as his hand shifted, pressing against my cleft, just a pressure that didn’t give me what I was so desperate for.

It wasn’t until I was rocking myself against his palm that his fingers moved, two of them slipping inside of me.

“So wet,” he murmured against my neck.

Then he was fucking me with his fingers, fast and deep, driving me up.

My whimpers became moans as his fingers turned, as they started to stroke over my top wall.

But it wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t what I wanted.

I grabbed his hand, pulled it away, then reached for his hips and pulled him on top of me.

I moaned at the welcome weight of him, as my hands slid down his back to sink into his ass, pushing him more firmly against me.

“Violet…” he said. It wasn’t an objection, more of a question.

Could we do this?

Would there be consequences we might regret when things weren’t quite so life-or-death?

My lips teased his earlobe as I rocked my hips against him. “I have the implant,” I told him, never more thankful that I’d made that longer-term solution than I was right that moment. “And I’m always safe,” I added, hips rocking again.

“Thank fuck,” Wick groaned, sealing his lips to mine—hard and hungry.

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