Page 77 of The Lighthouse Inn (Shattered Cove 4)

“Shhh. Let’s just focus on right here and right now. You’re perfect as you are. I don’t care about your past.” He rubbed his thumb over her cheek. Her eyes grew glassy with emotion as her expression softened. The lines on her forehead disappeared as she nodded.

“Let me unwrap you like the gift you are.” He kissed her once more and pulled back.

Her face flushed pink, and he couldn’t wait to see where else she turned that color. He drew her shirt up over her head and sucked in a breath. She had no bra on—just a scrap of pink silk underwear.

“You’re breathtaking.” His eyes roamed over every exposed inch of her nakedness, from her green eyes to her swollen, plump lips. The curve of her slender neck down to her creamy flesh. Her two perfect handfuls of breasts with light brown nipples. Her soft stomach, decorated with silvery lines, marks from carrying that sweet little girl. He gripped the edges of her panties and slipped them off her toned legs, her pussy glistening with her desire.

“Now it’s my turn.” She stood and lifted his shirt off, torturously slow. Her hands skimmed his hot flesh. He shuddered. He’d never been this turned on in his life. What are you doing to me, little siren?

She unclasped the button on his pants, unzipping them and pushing them down. Her eyes widened, and a bolt of pride shot through him.

“You don’t wear underwear?”

“Sometimes.” He smirked. “You don’t wear a bra?”

“Not when my only plan was going to bed.” Her lids were hooded.

“Any regrets?”

She swallowed and shook her head. “None.”

She reached out, but he clasped his hand over hers. “Don’t touch me or this will be finished before it starts.”

She nodded, her eyes dark with lust. He leaned down. Hot lips weaved between his. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, and she tasted like Pandora’s box: forbidden and enticing. Elusive and devastating. Urgency roared within him. He pulled her towards him. Her naked flesh slapped against his. Her soft against his hard. They were made to fit. She held on to him like she was just as afraid that this would disappear as he was, like a dream. He stepped forward. The back of her knees hit the bed. He crawled over her, settling in the middle of the mattress. He rubbed his rough stubble against her neck as she gasped. He sucked and nipped, kissing his way along her throat and between her breasts.

“Oh, God.”

He cupped one breast and lapped the other into his mouth before releasing it with a pop.

She whimpered. “I need you inside me.”

“Not yet, beautiful. There are many more parts of you I want to taste.” He licked her nipple as she squirmed beneath him. Her hand shot out, reaching for his cock. He caught her arm, locking it above her head as he chuckled. “I promise I’m gonna give it to you until you can’t form words anymore. But first, I’m gonna suck on these delicious tits.”

She bit her lip.

“Then I’m gonna work my way down, making you come in as many ways as I can think of, until your sexy body flushes as red as your cheeks.”

“Fuck,” she whined.

“I take my promises very seriously. Now, can I get back to work?”

“Yes!” She nodded emphatically.

He nipped, and flicked, and scissored his teeth over her nipples as she writhed beneath him in the most ancient rhythm known to man. He’d give her this—worship her body until he lost control.

He ran his hand over her soft belly to the patch of dark curls. She tensed as he touched all around the place she wanted him most, drawing out the anticipation.

She whimpered. “Please, Atlas?”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me with your fingers.”

He ran his finger over her clit. Jasmine’s core pulsed and she arched her back like she was reaching for her orgasm. She gasped, her eyes slamming closed. He swirled his finger around her aching nub as he pinched her nipple and kissed her mouth.

“Atlas!” she cried.

He flew off her before spreading her thighs and diving into her juicy center, licking up her juices.

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