Page 106 of Shattered

She accepted his answer, then ran her hands along his muscled torso, “Please don’t stop.”

He tilted his head. “I’m not going to stop. But I need to know you absolutely want this.”

“I want this.” Her reply was urgent. “Please don’t make it a thing.”

“I’m not. I’m just…I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I want this.” Her hands cupped his face. “I have had plenty of experience with myself, and I know that I want this. Please don’t stop.”

“Are you on birth control?”

She frantically nodded. “Yes. And I take it religiously. Everyday at five o’clock.”

He laughed and kissed her cheek again. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

His eyes moved from her swollen lips to his hand that now lingered over her chest to the apex of her thigh and then back to her eyes once more.

“Promise me that if you change your mind at any moment, or that if it’s painful or…or, well, for anything, that you’ll tell me to stop.”

“I’m not changing my mind.”

“Promise me,” he implored.

“I promise.”

“Okay. Can I borrow this?” He fingered the hair band on her wrist.

She slipped it off and handed it to him. “Yeah. Why?”

“I need to pull my hair back for what I’m going to do to you.”

And then there was no more talking.

He brushed his lips against hers and then molded the hard lines of his body to the soft curves of hers. Only two very measly strips of fabric separated them now. He spent his time kissing and sucking and licking every part of her he could reach. Sam went from trembling in nervousness to practically shaking with desire.

He spent what felt like hours toying with her chest, and each time he bit down on her nipple she screamed out a muffled curse. When his mouth finally made it down her stomach, he paused to

widen her legs and then she lost her breath when he ran his finger down the fabric of her thong.

“So wet,” he murmured against her thigh.

And then his finger slipped under the fabric, and it was all she could do to keep her body from convulsing in release right then.

She had expected him to remove the thong, but he had her keep it on while he simultaneously tortured her over and under it, and for some reason, that was exactly what she needed. That small barrier somehow eased her into his touch without the crippling embarrassment she was afraid she would feel.

It wasn’t until she was whimpering into the pillow that he leaned back and fully removed the last remaining piece of her clothing. He looked up at her then, a devilishly handsome, greedy smile plastered on his face, and she had to turn her head back into the pillow with a laugh.

And then his mouth was on her.

He lazily dragged his tongue upward once as if he wanted that first taste to last. His eyes met hers and then he was all over her, kissing and licking and sucking and sending her to the goddamn moon.

Her fingers became buried in his hair. She practically screamed with pleasure then, no longer concerned about what anyone else in the house could hear. They could go sleep out on the dock for all she cared.

He was truly devouring her.

And then he paused.

She was staring at the ceiling, chest heaving and not sure if she could manage the head tilt needed to look down at him.

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