Page 62 of Harbor (The Wanderers 3)

When he let his fingers graze the backs of her thighs, inching almost between them, her lips parted and she gripped his biceps.

“You okay, sweetheart? Keep looking at me.”

She blinked at him, nodding slightly.

He slid his hand to the back of her top thigh. “Can you lift your leg on top of mine?”

She drew in a breath. This right here was huge, and he knew it. He wasn’t pressuring her. Just holding her gaze. Kissing her over and over. Stroking the back of her thigh.

Did she want to take this risk? Part her legs? Let him touch her where it mattered?

No one had ever taken the time to make her feel all the feelings running through her right now, not even any of the sexual partners she’d had before she was raped.

She realized she’d been letting that day define her, control her, rule her. It was time to stop. Take back her power. Replace the images with new, better, happier visuals.

She would take this risk. For herself.

When she lifted her leg, Dario guided it so her knee stretched over his thigh. It left her exposed but sent a new wave of desire through her body. Her skin tingled as she shuddered.

Dario slid his hand up and down the back of her thigh, inching closer to her pussy as he kissed her again.

She was marginally aware of the fact that her fingertips were digging into his arm, but she couldn’t seem to release him. She was holding on for dear life while her need grew. She was wet. Her clit was pulsing. Her folds felt swollen.

With every breath her nipples grazed his pecs, driving her higher. “Please, Dario. Jesus, please touch me.”

His lips captured hers again as he slid his hand between her legs from behind. The moment his fingers danced over her labia, she moaned into his mouth.

Holy shit.

He did it again, touching her too lightly, making her want more. When he tapped her clit with his finger, she gasped. And then he gathered her wetness and dragged it up to flick over that swollen bundle of nerves.

She was shaking. The world was spinning out of control. The pressure she’d felt was building until it seemed like she might implode.

His fingers moved fast, teasing through her folds over and over, finding and circling her clit until she thought she might scream in frustration.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her lips. “Let it feel good.” He zoned in on her clit, rubbing it faster as she wound up tight, her body rigid, her mouth open and unable to return his kisses.

Her eyes rolled back and she arched her chest toward him, unable to breathe. All of her focus was on her clit and the need that was growing, building, threatening to shatter her.

All of a sudden, he pressed hard on her clit and she screamed. Her body hovered in a state of sheer bliss for seconds before the pulsing waves of her orgasm consumed her. She knew this was it. The pleasure people spoke of. But holy shit.

She was shaking as the orgasm ebbed away, and she couldn’t keep from grinning, knowing she probably looked goofy and not caring.

Dario was smiling in return, his fingers easing off her clit and then smoothing over her hip and up her back. He kissed her parted lips even though she couldn’t return the kiss. “So sexy…”

“There are no words,” she murmured.

“Yeah. I agree.” He eased her closer to him and she didn’t fight him. The contact was welcome. She was shaking, so it felt good to be held.

He pulled the covers up over them. “You’re trembling, sweetheart.”

“Can’t stop.” She giggled. “I guess Advic was right when he mentioned screaming. I’m pretty sure I did just that.”

“Yeah. You did.”

“Do you suppose the two of them are standing outside the door staring at it?”

“Probably.” He leaned back to meet her gaze. “Your call.”

She smiled. “Better let them in.”

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