Page 74 of Twisted Hearts

“I am not a victim of his and we’re not talking about him, but if you think I have some victim PTSD or something or I’m scared to have sex, you are so far off the mark. I want this.”

With her other hand, she reached between us until she was cupping the erection straining in my jeans. A deep growl left my throat at her touch.

“Addi—”

“And I wantthis.” She smirked and gave me a squeeze that had all the blood shooting straight to my balls.

“You want to play,” I teased, “we can play. And I think I’ll enjoy it.”

With that, I leaned down and kissed her, dropping to an elbow so I could reach between us. I brushed her hand out of the way before grabbing it and settling it on her jeans.

“Off,” I commanded. Together we worked the denim off her hips. I pulled back enough to help her get them off her ankles, and there she was.

Spread out on her bed. Auburn hair shining against her white sheet. Perfect pink nipples hard points at the top of her full breasts, all leading to her white lace thong that couldn’t hide her arousal.

I felt like a feral animal, caged and trying to burst free as I took her in, her erratic breathing and the way she was clenching the sheets with her tiny fists, letting me look at her this way.

“You are gorgeous,” I told her, meeting her gaze. She was flushed from her cheeks to her breasts, and her lips glistened from where she’d wet them.

“You need to get naked,” she said, breathless.

Her wish, my command.

I tore off my shirt, and her tongue peeked out as she got her first, real glimpse of me. Like she’d allowed me to do, I waited while her gaze trailed down my chest and stomach, and then my hands went to the button of my jeans. I popped it open and watched her jaw fall.

“Look at me.” I waited until her eyes flitted back up and met mine. “Keep them on me.”

“Shawn,” she whispered, and I thought the needy little hitch in her voice might just be my undoing. Hell, I’d probably hear that sound in my dreams and every time I took care of myself.

Slowly, torturing her, watching her need rise with every moment, seeing her own wetness gather at the crotch of her lace thong, I kicked off my boots and unzipped my jeans with restraint I hadn’t used since the police academy. Then I shoved them down, taking my boxers with them at the same time.

Her eyes widened, green pools of lust staring back at me while I wrapped a hand around my length and stroked myself.

Her hips arched with my movements, showing me how desperately she wanted me, but we’d wait for that.

There were other things I wanted to do to her first.

“Roll over,” I said, my voice thick and guttural.

“But…”

“It’ll be worth it.”

I waited until she listened, and then I crawled over, settling myself once my erection was nestled between her thighs. Gently, I gathered her hair into a fist and pulled it to one side. My lips followed, and I pressed them to the back of her neck.

Immediately, she moaned and dropped her head into the covers beneath her.

“I want to taste every inch of you, touch you everywhere. I want to know every tiny little place on your body that drives you wild.”

“You”—she gasped—“you drive me wild. I’ve never…I’ve never felt…” She trailed off and bit her bottom lip.

I’d let her hold that thought in for now, but someday I’d tease her until she gave it to me. Now, I had more important matters to deal with, like trailing my lips down her spine, dragging my tongue along the tiny string of her thong around her hips until they were rolling, back arching, pressing into my touches, and eliciting the most beautiful sounds.

“Shawn, please. Stop teasing. I’m ready.” Her fingers were curled into the duvet and clinging to it like her life was dependent on that grip of hers.

Plus, it was like she’d read my mind. I grabbed her hips and moved off her. With a quick flip, I had Addi on her back, my hands at the lace strips of her thong, and I pulled them off her legs with a quick, fluid motion.

“Let’s see how ready you are, shall we?”

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