Page 52 of Dolls & Daggers
As tightly as he holds me, the force is even greater when he tries to push me away, shooting upright. “Don’t touch me!”
“Baby, it’s me. It’s Dove,” I soothe, quickly turning on my bedside lamp before scrambling across the duvet to cup his cheeks. “It’s Dove.”
Unfocused eyes lock onto mine for a few seconds before clarity sets in. “Dove?”
“Yeah, baby.” I push against the prick of threatening tears. “It’s me.”
Wren is burning up as he pulls me against him, plastering our bodies together like I’m the only thing keeping him afloat in an endless sea.
“You’re okay.” I rake my fingers through his hair until his breath evens out against my neck.
“I’m sorry. Did I… did I hurt you again?” he asks fearfully.
“No, Songbird. You didn’t hurt me. Here, lie back down.” I know I’d feel vulnerable naked while my partner remained clothed, so I retrieve his boxer briefs and wait for him to slip them on before settling into his side. “Bad dream?”
“Just the same fucking nightmare.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. The strands fall messily over his forehead, and I take a moment to simply admire him.
Wren is beautiful. A tragic kind of beauty—the kind that’s been weaponized against him, the kind that hides an undercurrent of sadness only visible if you know where tolook.
“What?” he murmurs, shifting to meet my gaze. His fingers trail warm paths along my skin, shoulder to elbow and back again.
“Nothing.” It physically hurts to break our gaze, but I nuzzle against his chest, clinging to him harder than the redhead did to Vince Vaughn inWedding Crashers.“Do you want to talk about it?”
A resigned sigh escapes him. I know his answer before he even speaks. “Not tonight.”
I don’t push. Instead, I trace idle patterns on his skin with my nails. His hand slides around my knee, hiking my leg higher until I’m half draped over him. “Tonight, I’d rather do other things.”
Every pass of his lips against mine causes him to wince, so I abandon them in favor of nipping my way down his throat. His hands roam, exploring—leaving no part of me untouched.
He shifts me beneath him. “I want to taste you,”he murmurs, dragging his nose over my nipple before grazing it lightly through my camisole with his teeth.
“Songbird.” I stop him before he can go further south. “Your lip can’t handle it.” His erection is unmistakable, straining against his underwear like a neon sign flashingready to go. “Why don’t you let me take care of you again? After all, I’m supposed to be the nurse.”
The look he gives me is unamused. Before I can register the glint of mischief in his eyes, he flips back over and pulls me onto his lap, leaning back against my mountain of pillows.
“Aren’t good nurses supposed to care for all their patient’s needs?” he moans huskily into my ear. Every nerve in my body ignites as his fingers ghost down my arms, lifting my wrists behind his head. “Ineedto feel you, Dove.”
“Oh, fuck.” A guttural moan escapes me as he shoves a hand into my shorts, two fingers sliding through my slick heat.
“So wet for me.” He nuzzles into my neck, his free hand pulling my top down to palm my breast, pinching and rolling the peak between his fingers. “Were you this turned on the day we met?” A soft laugh bubbles in my throat, cut off by a sharp gasp as he plunges two fingers inside me, his thumb gatheringmy arousal and smearing it over my clit with devastating precision. “Oh god, Wren. That feels so good.”
“Yeah?” he moans, as if my pleasure fuels his own. “Answer me, Dove. Are you always dripping when we’re in the same room?” He groans, low and long, as I arch my back, grinding against his erection.
I’m breathless as he picks up his pace, heat surging through me like wildfire. “Yes!” I cry out. “I’ve wanted this since I propositioned you.”
His chuckle is throaty as he nips at my ear. “I would have gladly fingered you right there in front of everyone and claimed you as mine.”
“Why didn’t you?” I whine, rolling my hips until I’m dry humping him just as well as he’s finger fucking me.
“Is that what you want, you dirty, dirty girl? A verypublicdeclaration?” I feel powerless in the best way as Wren winds me higher and higher, his fingers relentless. “Fuck, Turtle Dove, you’re gripping me so tight.” His fingers rub my G-spot, and I nearly see stars. “Spread your legs. Let me see you.”
He withdraws only to shove my shorts down, spreading my thighs apart before sliding back inside. We both watch as he enters me again. His fingers sliding through the sticky mess he’s created to finish what he started.
“I’ve neverseen anything as perfect as this” he whispers, forehead resting against my temple.
“You haven’t watched my pussy swallow your cock yet,” I tease breathlessly.
His lips ghost over mine.
