Page 46 of Hidden Shadows
His mouth moved down her cheek, then neck, before taking one nipple between his lips and sucking. Her back bowed, a cry she couldn’t stop tearing from her chest, splintering into the air.
He teased and nipped her hard peak, his hand never leaving her other breast as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Almost involuntarily, she started grinding against him, seeking more. Seeking to dull the throbbing ache in her lower abdomen.
“Nixon. I need you!” She wasn’t sure if her words sounded more desperate or pained, and she didn’t care. All that mattered was having this man.
When the water turned off, cool air shifted across her wet body as Nixon stepped out of the shower. His mouth returned to hers, and she felt a towel wrap around her back. Then he was moving again until a mattress dipped beneath her back. Gently, he leaned over her, his bare chest pressing against her own.
He was all she could feel.
Grazing her fingers down his chest, she touched every inch of him before slipping a hand inside his briefs. When she wrapped her fingers around him, his body stilled, muscles tensing. Immediately, he grew larger in her hold. She moved her hand, gliding it over his cock, learning what he liked by the growls he released above her.
She moved from base to tip until his fingers suddenly wrapped around her wrist, halting her too soon, and she wanted to protest. But then he was moving down her body, kissing her and sucking a tight nipple as he passed, before stopping with his mouth above the apex of her thighs.
Her breath caught as his fingers slid into the waistband of her panties. Then, torturously slowly, he shuffled the wet material down her thighs and ankles before dropping it to the floor.
When he returned to her, he spread her thighs wide and dipped his head. The second his tongue ran over her clit, her body shuddered violently, her thighs trying to snap together. They met the resistance of his arms and shoulders.
He swiped her again, and this time she cried out, grabbing his hair as his mouth closed over her clit. The man continued to lick and play with her until she was a trembling mess. Until she needed him so desperately that she was sure she’d die or something equally devastating would happen if he didn’t return to her.
When a finger went to her entrance, her heart thudded as though the thing was trying to break free. Then he pushed inside her.
“So fucking wet for me,” he growled.
She groaned as he pulled out. He started a steady stream of slow thrusts. His mouth returned to her clit once more, alternating between circular motions of his tongue and sucks.
“Nixon…please.” She wasn’t above begging. At this point, she was willing to do whatever it took to have him inside her. To feel his body between her thighs.
One more thrust of his finger, and finally he lifted, his mouth taking hers for another soul-destroying kiss before he reached for his wallet on the side table and pulled out a foil packet. She watched as he tore it open with his teeth, then removed his briefs and slid the condom over his cock.
Her mouth went dry. So beautiful. Every inch of him. And right now, he was hers.
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Blood roaredbetween Nixon’s ears at the look on Finley’s face. Like she had all the trust in the fucking world in him.
Slowly, he returned to her, covering her body with his own, positioning his tip at her entrance. Immediately, she widened for him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Every part of him begged to push inside her. Take her. But he locked his body, forcing himself to be patient as he cupped her cheek. “You undo me, Finley.”
Her expression softened, fingers grazing up his chest and around his neck. She tugged his head down until his lips hovered over hers. “So take me, Nixon. I’m yours.”
Then she kissed him as she tightened her legs, bringing him inside her. He groaned deep in his throat, the muscles in his forearms contracting. He slid in deeper, the sound of her moan slipping into his chest and drowning him.
He lifted his hips and thrust back in, feeling the world around him fade. The tatters of everything he knew before her disintegrating until she was all he had and all he needed.
Her head flew back. “Nixon!”
Fuck, he loved hearing his name on this woman’s lips. No one said it like she did. It made every territorial part of him screammine.
He thrust faster, harder. Her fingers dug into his skin, carving new marks. Every sound she made, every whimper and whisper, drove him crazy. He wanted to bottle it up to indulge in later, again and again.
When her eyes scrunched, all he could do was watch. Get so fucking lost in her, he didn’t want to be found.
He lowered his head and latched his mouth to her neck—sucking, tasting, claiming.
With his free hand, he found her pebbled nipple, and he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, loving the sounds the action drew from her. The shudders that rolled down her body.
His. She was fuckinghis.
