Page 101 of Prey for You

I lowered myself over her, intending to slide down her body and eat her, but as I stroked her thighs and started kissing my way down her body she kept clawing at me.

“No,” she whispered. “I need your weight on me, Sam. I need youhere.”

She’d cupped my face and was pulling me back up to kiss her. I didn’t resist her, but reached between us, touching her, teasing, sliding fingers to her most sensitive flesh, groaning when I found her already slick with need.

Then she reached for me and started stroking and for a moment I hovered over her, staring straight into her eyes, both of us panting as we stroked each other and teased flesh that was tingling and rushing with the promise of finally being reunited.

Then I slid my two middle fingers into her and watched her jaw go slack and her head fall back, her eyes rolling back as I beckoned to her from within, whispering her name, nipping and kissing at her neck and telling her how delicious she felt.

She whimpered again and at first I worried her tears would start again, but her hips rolled and her spine arched as she pressed into my touch. When her eyes rolled back, I looked down, through the valley between her breasts, to watch myself touch her and her touch me.

I almost came.

“Bridget,fuck.”

“Don’t stop, Sam. Please. I need you.”

“I won’t, babe. I won’t. I’m here. You’re safe.”

“I know. I know… God, I’m a mess.”

I shushed her, then changed tack.

Reluctantly leaving her, I took both of her hands—one off my cock, the other clawed into my hair—and as I leaned down to kiss her, gently put them together and lifted both hands just over her head so her elbows were bent, locking her wrists between my fingers and thumb and using that hand to brace on the bed.

Then I dropped my hips and rubbed myself against her, sliding, searching.

Bridget gasped immediately when I passed over her clit. Then, unable to move anything but her body, she arched to meet me with each pass, her breath growing heavier and faster right alongside mine.

The arm that I braced on was shaking, but not with weariness. I wasdesperatefor her and trying to draw this out—not rush her. But the more she bucked and whimpered,whispering my name with a plea, the more she shivered with each jolt, the shakier my grip.

Then, just as I passed over her again, groaning, she tipped her hips and gasped my name and took me, and I almost came.

I plunged into her right to the hilt in one slide and instinctively grabbed her waist, pulling her onto me, my head dropping back as I fought not to climax.

Bridget gave a sweet gasp, then leaned up to kiss me. She couldn’t reach because I had her hands locked—but her wriggling and arching changed the angle between us as I pulled out, and I shuddered again, right on the cusp of coming.

“Bridget…shit.”

“Sam.Please!”Her eyes flew open and locked on mine again and I was stunned by the open vulnerability in her—the pleading, the fear, the joy… it was all there. Still drawing in and out of her, still trying to make this last, I was floored by the beauty of her—the softness of her skin, the shine of her reddened eyes, the glossy sheen of her hair. I’d never thought of Bridget assoft,yet here we were and everything about her called to me to sink in, to sigh, to ease, and never let go.

Unwilling to be apart even for a second, I changed the plan.

Letting go of her hands, I lifted her, keeping her with me as I put one knee on the bed, then the other and shuffled up, hitching her over me with each movement, gravity pulling her down on me even harder until she was liquid in my arms.

She clawed both hands into my hair and held me there, staring, nose to nose as we moved together.

I hadn’t intended for it to end here, but I was losing my grip.

“Bridget—”

“I’m almost—don’t stop. Sam, please!”

“Come with me, babe,” I whispered, staring right into her eyes. “Come with me.”

Her eyes widened and she nodded as I lowered her to the pillow, her hair fanning out over it as she sank into the soft plump of it, and I sank into her again.

And again.

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