Page 42 of Sutton's Shadow

Before she could take her next breath, his mouth was on hers, coaxing her lips apart. A whimper of need escaped as his tongue stroked hers. A throbbing began in her belly, then spiraled out, hot and unyielding in her core.

Sutton tangled her fingers in his thick hair, breathless and dizzy, unable to do anything but hold on as pleasure surged through her. His hand slid sensually down her throat, his fingers featherlight as they grazed the sensitive skin at the hollow of her throat. They floated farther down, igniting goosebumps as they drifted past the space between her breasts. The lightest of touches caressed down her abdomen. He gripped her hips, lifting her until she settled in his lap, her legs spread, straddling him.

Then those dexterous hands were sliding up her back, under her shirt, trailing the ridge of her spine and making her arch against him. Her muscles went taut as though touched by an electrical energy. It was a sensual fire against her skin. Her nipples beaded, pressed against the rigid hardness of his chest. She grasped his biceps, widening her legs until she could feel his erection trapped between layers of clothes against her core.

Wantonly, she thrust against him, swallowing his groan. He broke the kiss. She felt bereft until his hot mouth was on her neck, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive skin behind her ear. His teeth nipped her lobe before he tongued the sting.

Sutton moaned, her hips involuntarily thrusting against his hardness. His mouth moved lower, nudging the narrow strip of fabric from her tank top out of his way.

Frustrated with the cotton obstruction of her clothes, she leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her. Gripping the hem of her shirt, she pulled it up and off, watching the naked hunger darken his eyes. He gazed at her like she amazed him, then his eyes dropped to her chest. As if in awe, he raised a hand, skimming his fingers across the swell of one breast still trapped in her bra.

Mesmerized by the wonder in Wyatt’s face, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting the garment drop down her arms. His eyes widened, his reverence intensifying. Electricity from his fingertips made her skin tingle as he glided them down between her breasts, then skimmed the underside. He circled around her breast, then across to the other in a figure-eight pattern, touching every inch except the one place she craved his touch.

She caught the smile on his face when she groaned in frustration. He’d made her so hot and needy she was practically dry humping him. Arching her back, she pressed against his touch, needing the contact. She growled in exasperation when his hand slid down her side to her hip until she felt his mouth surround the tight bud.

She gasped and delved her fingers into his soft hair, holding him against her. He moved his mouth over her taut, aching breast, laving her nipple with his tongue before nipping it with his teeth. He sucked strong and deep, and she felt a carnal mirror sensation pulling at her core. She cried out, her hands tightening in his hair. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention until she was a throbbing, aching, tingling mass of need.

She bucked against him. If he hadn’t scattered her wits with his touch, she might have felt embarrassed as she sought the friction she so desired between her thighs. As it was, she couldn’t seem to care, desperately needing the release. With another pull of his lips and thrust of her hips, she shattered. His big hands spread across her back, holding her through her erotic culmination.

When she came back into herself, she was panting, her face pressed against his neck.Oh God! She’d just dry humped him into an orgasm. The telltale heat of a blush flooded her cheeks before she felt the whisper of his lips brush her beauty mark. She shuddered with an aftershock and felt his lips turn up in a smile.

“Fuck, Sutton. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he raved.

Her blush intensified, and she shoved her face deeper into his neck. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she quaked, her voice as unsteady as her nerve endings.

Then she detected his erection still pressing against her, and desire pulsed through her again. With her lips pressed against his neck, she inhaled his scent, that intriguing mix of sandalwood and coffee. Wyatt’s arms tightened around her as she slid her lips up to his stubbled jaw. His breathing was ragged as he turned his face into her neck, his exhalation hot and damp against her skin.

“You feel so good,” he declared. “I need to be inside you.” The confession sent a shocking burst of heat to combust in her belly.

Not knowing how to reply, she simply kissed him. Sutton had never experienced this feverish need. The raw hunger made her want to give herself up to the frenzied sensations that racked her body. Her mind was racing a mile a minute, vacillating betweenoh God, yes pleaseandshould this really happen?

But being pressed up against him with his mouth doing fabulous things to hers, and his warm hands spread across her back, it felt right. Like they were two pieces of a puzzle lost in the flotsam of life and were now finding their way out of the shadows.

She wanted this. She wanted him. Reaching down, she ran her hands up his abdomen, pushing his shirt up as they traveled over the dips and valleys of his body. He broke the kiss to whip his shirt off, and then they were skin to skin, her breasts crushed against the hard planes of his chest. When he moved to wrap his arms around her again, his muscles shifted, and her nipples rubbed against them, hardening to diamond-tipped points.

With his mouth on her throat, she reached out to his belt buckle. Her hands shook as she tried to pull the thick leather through the clasp, but his hand on hers stopped her struggles.

She glanced up at him; his gaze was dark and intense, with a dash of insecurity. It dawned on her that his thoughts about what was about to happen between them were just as tumultuous as her own. That knowledge steadied her as nothing else did. They were together in this, and neither would let the other stumble.

“Sutton, are you sure?”

She met his gaze, doing nothing to bank the fire she knew he could see. “Yes, Wyatt. I want you. Take me to bed.”

Faster than she could imagine, he stood with her in his arms. With his hands on her ass, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. He carried her down the hall while kissing her, an erotic feat she’d never experienced before.

Soon, her back hit the bed. The coolness of the sheets against her heated skin had her wondering when he’d turned the covers down. She soon forgot all thoughts as he lowered his firm body over hers, his hands on either side of her head the only thing keeping his weight from crushing her.

But she wanted to be crushed. Wrapping all her limbs around him, she attempted to pull him down, needing to feel his weight pressing her into the mattress. He resisted with a chuckle, his mouth gliding across her jaw to her ear.

“Need something, shutterbug?” His whispered question had goosebumps breaking out all over.

“Need to feel you,” she blurted out with a gasp as his teeth nipped her earlobe.

“You will,” he promised.

Palming her breasts, he tested their weight, squeezing them. His thumbs circled her taut buds, his lips quirking at her audible inhalation of breath. He lowered his head and closed his mouth over one aching breast, laving the nipple with his tongue before nipping her with his teeth.

So lost in the sensations he was delivering through her breasts, she hardly felt his hand lowering to the waistband of her shorts until his deft fingers were popping the snap and lowering the zipper. Before she could take her next breath, his hand was delving into her panties. The air caught in her lungs while his fingers explored her moist heat.

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