Page 69 of Monster Among the Roses (Fairy Tale Quartet 1)

She laughed against my mouth before moaning and pressing her ass down on my erection. I sucked in a breath and arched up my hips to help her out. Our bodies ground against each other, sparking out an electrical current that arced between us.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

Heat collected under my skin and seemed to explode from me when she grappled with my shirt before wrenching it up over my head, pulling off my hat with it. Then her hands were on me, exploring and gripping muscles, digging into flesh, sliding lower toward my navel.

Feeling the need to reciprocate, I tugged at her shirt until I managed to pull it off. The black bra underneath cupped proud, plump breasts, and for a moment they were all I saw, until I leaned in to kiss the tops of them. That’s when I finally noticed the scars. They trailed over her shoulder and halfway down her torso.

“Damn,” I murmured, sucking in a breath. “That must’ve hurt.”

Skimming my fingers over them, I looked up into Isobel’s face to get a better sense of how much pain she must’ve endured, and yet I was still unable to imagine the severity.

Hooking my hand around the back of her neck, I drew her forward and pressed my mouth to hers. “I wish I could give you twice the amount of pleasure for every second of pain you’ve ever suffered.”

Isobel sifted some hair across my forehead with her fingers. “You’re making a pretty good dent so far,” she assured me with a soft smile.

I kissed her again. And then again. And again. Our mouths clung until I grasped her shoulder, only for my fingers to come into contact with warm bare skin. Needing to investigate this further, I began to kiss my way down along her throat, then over her collarbone, and finally down to the uppermost swells of her breasts.

Glancing up at her to make sure she approved, I slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and pulled the cups down. Her nipples were hard and tight, a dusty rose color. I groaned before pulling one into my mouth and sucking.

Isobel whimpered and clutched my head. I glanced up at her, without letting go of her breast, to make sure it was a good whimper. Her eyes were as blue as a stormy sea and full of wanton need.

I moved to the second breast, only to glance up again, needing to know she wanted this as much as I did.

She smiled and cupped my cheek. “Why do you keep looking at me as if you think I’m suddenly going to pull away and stop you?”

Because I kept worrying she was suddenly going to pull away and stop me.

“Just making sure you’re real, that this is really happening,” I said.

Blue eyes lightened with mischief. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and started to skim her hand down my chest. “You need confirmation of reality, huh? What about this? Does this feel real enough?”

She cupped me through my jeans, and my dick jumped to attention, straining and throbbing to reach her fingers through the material.

“Holy hell.” All the blood in my head rushed south, racing toward my lap. When Isobel slid the zipper down, I went lightheaded and clutched her hair before pressing my face to her temple. “Careful. It’s been a while since—fuck.”

Her fingers wrapped around me, and I almost lost it. I had no clue what the hell she’d done to her hand, but I swear to God, no palm had ever felt that good clutching my cock before. She glided her fingers up and down like any other hand would, and yet rockets blasted behind my eyes.

Unable to properly process so much ecstasy, I could only stare into her eyes and feel. Experience. Enjoy.

Appearing confident and pleased with herself, she licked her lips. “I want to feel all this”—and she made me catch my breath as she gave another long stroke from tip to base— “inside me.” Then she held up a condom between two fingers. “Think you can do that?”

Hell yes.

I plucked the package from her hand and had it opened, then wrapped around myself in about five seconds flat. When I looked up to grasp her hips and pull her down on me, I finally realized we were both still clothed from the waist down.

“Fuck, this isn’t very romantic, is it?”

She didn’t seem to care. Eyes alive with excitement and anticipation, she answered, “It’s better than romantic. It’s exhilarating.”

Catching the waistband of her pants, she began to peel them down her hips. I watched, enthralled. “God, you are so beautiful.”

She merely beamed, a goddess in her prime. “If you want any more clothes off, now’s the time to take care of that.”

The woman made a good point.

Rushing to join her in her nakedness, I bumped my elbow on the door handle. She cracked her knee against the steering wheel. We laughed and leaned into each other, absorbing the amusement of our awkwardness from one another.

“First time I climbed inside this truck, I thought it was the biggest damn vehicle I’d ever been in,” I said. “Why does it suddenly seem way too small?”

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