Page 61 of Harbor (The Wanderers 3)

Maya squirmed, gripping his fingers with her hand. “Please…”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“I don’t even know.”

“I’m going to show you. May I suck on these pretty breasts?”

She gave a sharp nod. Suck them. Yes, please. That seemed like a great idea. They were heavy and needy. What would it feel like for him to wrap his lips around the tips?

He eased the covers down her chest, exposing her to his gaze. He did it so slowly that by the time her chest was revealed, she was panting with need and had the urge to grab him by the neck and tell him to hurry up already.

She didn’t have to ask though. After staring at them for a few moments, circling the nipples with a finger, he leaned over her chest and brought one into his mouth.

Holy shit. She grabbed his shoulder to keep from falling, even though that wasn’t rational because she was lying down. But it felt like she was falling, and her grip on his shoulder didn’t do enough to ground her as he flicked his tongue over the swollen bud and then swirled it around and around.

The breath left her lungs. She was squeezing her thighs together, but the pressure was still building between them. Uncontained. A feeling she’d never fully experienced and hadn’t been sure was possible.

When Dario shifted his lips to her other nipple, his fingers coming to the first one, she released his hand and fisted hers at her sides. So much sensation was shooting through her body, it was like she wasn’t in control anymore. She’d been taken over by a force she didn’t recognize.

She’d had no idea her breasts were so sensitive or erogenous. Touching them, fondling them, licking, sucking, plucking, teasing—none of those things triggered her or made her feel uncomfortable. Perhaps because no one had really paid attention to them before.

Her libido kicked into overdrive. The panic seeping in had nothing to do with any previous experience and everything to do with feeling out of control. She felt like she was floating. The only thing grounding her was Dario’s hand around her breast.

When he released her nipple with a pop and met her gaze, he was grinning. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are.”

“I don’t know much about anything right now. You’ve scrambled my brain.”

“That’s a good sign.” He rose up and kissed her lips again. “You okay? May I continue?”

“I think.” She bit her lip. Was she okay? She thought so. “But what are you going to do?” she asked tentatively. “Are we going to have sex now?” She felt foolish. Why was this so difficult? She hated feeling out of control. It didn’t suit her.

“Nope. We’re not going to have sex at all. Not tonight. Tonight is all about you and making you feel good.”

She felt pretty good. At least she thought so. Her breasts were heavy and swollen and tight. That was new and interesting. And confusing.

He held her gaze as his hand skimmed down to her hip.

She sucked in a breath and forced herself to relax. Obviously, he was going to reach between her legs, which were currently squeezed tightly together.

As his hand slid lower, stroking her hip and butt and thigh, she tried harder to relax. He would never hurt her. Nor would he pressure her. She knew that without a doubt.

His lips came close to hers. “Breathe, sweetheart.”

She sucked in a lungful of oxygen, not realizing she’d been holding her breath.

He kissed her gently. “Roll toward me.” He urged her by sliding his hand to her lower back.

She rolled his direction so they were facing each other, heart racing.

He smiled, keeping his lips close to hers. “How does that feel? I want you to feel even with me. So I’m not hovering over you.”

She grabbed his hip to steady herself, beyond aware of his erection once again full and thick between them. Damn, he was thoughtful. He was also right. She didn’t know how she might react to someone looming over the top of her.

He nibbled her lips playfully as his hand wandered up and down her back, her hip, her butt, her thigh.

Her arousal grew, the pressure between her thighs making it hard to focus. For the first time in her life, she craved attention in that most private place.

He kissed her deeply again as he urged her closer, so close her breasts rubbed against his chest and his shaft nestled against her belly. All the while, his hand worked its magic, stroking her seemingly everywhere except where she most wanted him to.

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