Page 62 of Hidden Shadows
“I want this to be over. I want Beth to be safe and for him to be gone.”
And not just arrested or behind bars. She wanted him gone permanently so he couldn’t hurt her or anyone else again.
“Me too, honey. And he will be. I swear.”
She was shaking her head before he’d finished. “You can’t promise that—”
“I can and I am. I promise on my life that we will take him down and he will never mess with you again.”
There was so much certainty in his voice…and she needed it. She neededhim.
She slid her hands up his chest, desperate for more of his calm. His goodness. His safety.
Leaning forward, she pressed a small kiss to his bare chest. Then another, this time right over his heart.
“Finley…” Her name was a whisper on his lips, but it almost sounded torn.
She kissed his chest again, his heart thumping under her lips. Slowly, she trailed up his powerful body. Up his neck, his cheek. He remained still the entire time. Even his breath stilled.
When she reached his mouth, she nipped at his lip. Ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth. Then she whispered, “Pull me back from the edge.”
His eyes darkened. Then his mouth took over, and he pulled her back to him.
* * *
Nixon lost himself in her.Her lips. Her taste.
When she tightened her legs, grinding her core against him, the blood roared between his ears. She was soft and warm and his. So his.
Her lips parted, and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
God, this woman destroyed him. Tugged him apart bit by bit, twisting him into something different, something better.
He reached for the bottom of her top and tugged it over her head. Then he cupped her bare breast. When that wasn’t enough, he dipped his head and pulled her pretty pink nipple into his mouth, sucking.
Finley gasped, her fingers sliding into his hair, pulling, as her hips ground against him.
He ran his tongue over the bud, playing with her before switching to the other breast.
When she pressed a hand to his cheek, pulling him back to her, he released her nipple and returned to her mouth, their tongues melding once again.
Fuck, he ached for her.
Without removing her mouth from his, she pushed up and slipped her panties down her hips and thighs before returning to him.
Immediately, his hand went to her core, and he stroked her clit. She whimpered and he did it again. Every sound this woman made gutted him.
He switched his thumb to her clit and moved a finger to her entrance. Her body stilled. He nipped at her bottom lip as he pushed inside.
Her moan was loud, intoxicating. He did it again, thrusting his finger in and out of her, watching the emotions slip over her expressive face.
“Nixon,” she breathed.
His name on her lips was a gift.
She reached down between them and slipped her hand inside his briefs. Then her fingers wrapped around his cock. His muscles tensed, his action stilling. For a moment, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Then her hand moved from base to tip. Exploring. Playing.
A deep guttural groan escaped his throat. “Finley…you need to stop.”
