Page 133 of Phoenix Burn

He spread his big hands over my breasts, his fingertips circling my nipples through far too much fabric. Lips peeled back from his teeth. “Can we at least reduce the layers?” He sounded frustrated.

I pulled back from him and squirmed partly out of my tee shirt, enough that I could yank my bra over my head. I’d barely achieved that when he reached for me again, one arm closing around my waist, the other hand cupping my breast through the thin fabric.

I moaned as his fingers found what they sought, lightning shooting clear through me, and his breath caught as the nipple stood to rigid attention. Then he dropped his head to replace fingers with lips, and my knees buckled.

My hands roamed the hard muscles of his shoulders, then along his sides as his tongue and teeth traced wet circles on my tee shirt. I explored him through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, unsurprised to find him commando.

He straightened and pushed helplessly into my hand. Groaned, deep and low, as I slid my palm along his rigid length and cupped the heavy weight of his balls, rolling first one, and then the other between my fingers. Then he started to rumble—a low growl that rose and fell as he breathed.

“Strewth, Angel,” he breathed. “If you keep that up, we won’t need the bloody franger.”

I stiffened as he slid his hand beneath the waistband of my pants, brushing my bare belly before hesitating at the top of my panties. With a sigh, he drifted over the top instead. His long fingers traced my contours through the silky fabric, and his breath caught when they discovered just how turned on I really was.

I couldn’t help but push into his fingers as they worked the fabric deep enough to rub circles around the most sensitive part of me.

The extra friction made me gasp, and I clung to his shoulders, flinging a leg up along his thighs, wanting to climb up onto him. My own fingers tightened on his shaft, running up and down, adding a twist at the swollen, quivering tip.

With a growl that was almost a snarl, Matt slid his free hand around my butt and lifted me.Yes!I wrapped both legs around him, grinding against both his fingers, and the rigid flesh pinned between us.

His pelvis rocked back and forth, his head falling back. The moonlight gleamed off canines grown long and sharp.

I wanted him. Deep inside me. Now.

My hand groped for and found the condoms, bringing the packet to my teeth and ripping one open. Yanked it out, and dropped the others to the floor.

He shifted both hands to my butt and lifted me off him—like I weighed nothing at all—while I yanked down his sweats, revealing him to the moonlight. Glistening, quivering, as desperate for me as I was for him.

His groan as I rolled the latex over him tightened everything deep inside me. Too snug, but he thrust into my hand as if it didn’t matter.

But the clothing did. The difficult dynamics of me wearing my black leggings through this were quickly becoming apparent.

With a growl, Matt pulled me off him—not easily, because I clung with legs and hands—and spun me right around. My hands flew to the rail as he lifted me again, the air cool against my thighs as he yanked my pants down to my ankles, where they lodged.

A stab of fear, a flashed image of him lying beneath me. “Flowers stay up,” I panted.

“Peaches,” he corrected, the words barely decipherable as his fingers hooked into the lacey waistband.

Right. Peaches, this time. That he’d noticed flushed me with heat and made every lingerie selection I’d ever made worthwhile. “They stay up,” I insisted.

A snarl rose through the rumble this time as his fingers pulled them aside rather than dropping them. And suddenly, he was there, pushing at my entrance, while his face pressed against my hair, and his breath drifted hot over my cheek.

His scent enveloped me—complete animal musk with no trace of the human left in it. I arched my hips into him as his tongue trailed over my shoulder, hot, the dampness penetrating my shirt. He nipped, sharp teeth catching on the fabric.

My heart leaped. He was going to do it. I knew it. My entire body trembled with need...

I wanted it.

He thrust with his hips at the exact instant that I pushed forward. I was so ready for him that he sank himself home in one fluid movement and froze as we both hung on the precipice.

Then he pulled back, and pushed in, using one arm to pull me up into him and set the rhythm. The other wrapped around my torso, the fingers dancing over my breast. I gasped, and every muscle tightened around him. He was like rock inside me, hitting every nerve as he nipped my shoulder again.

I was on the very edge—we both were. And I wanted it all.

“Yes,” I whispered with a groan.

No hesitation. He sank his teeth into me, pushing deep as I shattered around him.

Pulsing, pounding waves of ecstasy swept through me, but they were not just my own—I sensed his release, the way it shot from his spine straight through him—his beast’s fierce exaltation at finally claiming me as his own. I was in awe of the depth of his devotion and desire, the way his entire focus revolved around me.

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