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More, his mind whispered.
“So strong.” She closed her eyes and swallowed. “Please, kiss me, put your mark on me, and erase his terrible touch.” Eyes closing, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
It took all his willpower to lean away from her. “Did he…violate you? I don’t want to compound your abuse at his hands by being cavalier about this. Do something to make it worse.” He clenched his teeth, his body on fire.
She met his gaze, her eyes growing even darker as she reached up and fingered strands of his hair, ran her hand over his face, his mouth.
“You made it better. You saved me. If you hadn’t come when you did, he would have done unspeakable things to me. I would have died inside.” Her mouth was soft and yielding, as she brushed her lips against his. “I understand your reluctance. But I feel so empty. Bring me back to life. I want you inside me.” He closed his eyes, still fighting it, but then she made all his resistance crumble. “Please, Matt,” she whispered, kissing his neck, his chest.
He couldn’t resist such a plea when she was an aching temptation he didn’t want to resist. He dragged her head up and took her parted lips, and he accepted the invitation to deepen the connection, to slide his tongue inside and curl around hers, dragging her into a hunger so dark and hot he burned with the intensity of it.
He kissed her with a fierce urgency borne of knowing how brave she’d been, how hurt she’d been, and how much she needed this. Kissed her trying to infuse her with his strength, his comfort.
“This isn’t a sacrifice on my part. You’ve got to know that.”
Driven by pure sensation, encouraged by the uninhibited way her fingers dug into his muscles as they explored his body, or the way she arched her hips against his, Easy backed her up against the shower stall, pressed the length of his body along Jack’s lush curves, and ravished her mouth with an overwhelming amount of passion and heat. His craving for her blazed through him with a reckless, insatiable need he didn’t understand, but couldn’t deny.
More. He needed more of Jack. Needed to touch and taste and savor every nuance that was uniquely hers.
With only that thought in mind, he tore his mouth from hers and trailed his lips along her jaw, licked his way down to the base of her throat where her pulse beat strong and steady. She moaned softly and sifted her hands through his wet hair, twisted the too-long strands around her fingers and guided his mouth lower, to the firm swells of her breasts. He followed willingly, giving her what she needed and what he so desperately wanted.
He drew a taut nipple into his mouth, flicked the rigid tip with his tongue, and sucked her deep and hard. With his hand he squeezed and kneaded her other breast, traced lazy circles around her areola with this thumb before lightly pinching and rolling the firm, aroused nipple between his fingers. She gave a helpless, impatient groan, the restless sound urging him to venture toward more forbidden territory.
With his large hands, he traced the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips, then dragged his thumbs over her belly before sliding his hands around to the base of her spine and down her perfect ass to the backs of her thighs. The feel of smooth, sleek skin against his palms was a luxury he’d denied himself for too long, and he memorized every sensual curve of her body, along with the sweet uninhibited sighs that accompanied his bold exploration.
If he thought touching her was going to be pure bliss, then allowing his mouth to follow the same direction as his hands and tasting her warm, wet skin was like experiencing nirvana. He licked and swirled his tongue down over her belly. Another erotic moan echoed in the heated space, and the slender fingers still wrapped in his hair tugged him lower.
Instinctively, he dropped to his knees in front of her, his heart racing a mile a minute as a heady surge of desire tore through him. Knowing what she wanted, what she needed, he whispered, “Brace yourself.” Then he draped one of her legs over his shoulder to give him better access to her.
The water poured down on both of them, and curls of steam immersed them in a sultry warmth as he leaned forward and laved the inside of her thighs, slowly, leisurely, until he reached the very heart of her. Her sex was soft and swollen, and he parted the folds with a slick caress of his tongue that had her arching her hips against his mouth, seeking and silently begging for release.
He closed his eyes and groaned, doubling his efforts to give her exactly that. He drew her clit into his mouth, used his tongue to stroke and caress and increase her pleasure. Her fingers knotted tighter in his hair and a soft, breathless gasp escaped her lips. In response, his balls drew up hard and his cock jutted painfully toward his belly, aching with the need to be buried to the hilt inside her, to feel her convulse around him as she came.
Knowing that wasn't going to happen, he entered her with his tongue instead. Deeply. Relentlessly. With heat and possessive intent.
She inhaled sharply, jolted against him in shock, then gave herself over to his erotic assault. Before long, he felt her thighs quiver, felt her legs buckle as her orgasm crested, heard her aching moan as she tumbled headlong into that powerful rush of sensation rippling through her. He kept her from completely collapsing with a strong hand pressed to her stomach, and when he was certain he’d given her every last bit of pleasure he could, he stood back up and braced his hands on either side of her head, not trusting himself to touch her when he was harder than steel and there wasn’t much of his formidable self-control left.
He lifted his head and looked into her face, expecting to see a relaxed, satiated expression. Instead, her eyes were bright with a desire that didn’t bode well for his good intentions. Neither was the way she slid her hands around to his backside and slipped her fingers beneath the elastic band of his underwear. She grasped his buttocks and pulled his hips to hers, so that his confined erection nestled right at the crux of her thighs. Right where she was hot and slick and ready for him.
She leaned into his chest and pressed her lips against the side of his neck, “Matt,” she whispered as she twined one leg around his, aligning them even more intimately. “Please, fuck me.”
There was so much longing in her voice, the kind that could easily strip a man of his resolve if he let it. He curled his hands into tight fists against the wall. “Astra—Jack—”
Whatever he’d been about to say went up in smoke as her fingers followed the waistband of his underwear to the front, then dipped inside and wrapped around his erection. She stroked once, twice, and glided her thumb over the swollen head of his dick. His heart hammered in his chest and the muscles in his stomach clenched as he resisted the urge to thrust into her snug grasp.
“Please,” she said huskily, her gaze soft and imploring. “I need to feel pleasure, not terror and fear. I need you.”
That terror and fear had driven her to hysteria, and it was that thought that made him want to do whatever possible to chase away those awful memories for her. “Except…I don’t have any condoms,” he rasped. “It’s not usually a staple loadout for my tack vest.”
She smiled and it was like sunshine after so much darkness. So beautiful. “I’ve got an implant.” The knowledge snapped the last thin thread of his control, as did her next words. “Please don’t tell me no.”
He groaned as her tenacious grip on his shaft and the sluice of warm water created a slick, suctioning sensation that drew him to the edge of coming. With her. In her. Done resisting what he wanted so badly, he gave up the fight. Pushing all ten fingers into her wet hair, he crushed his mouth to hers.
There was nothing slow and sweet about the way he kissed her. Greedy and ravenous, he tilted her head for a better fit and let loose all the pent-up hunger, need, and desire clawing at him. Now, he took without hesitation or reserve, then took some more and she had more to give, offering him her mouth, her tongue, and soon her soft, willing body. A sense of urgency and impatience built between them, hotter and more vital than anything he’d ever experienced. It made his head spin, and his erection throb and pulse.
He could have easily taken her right there, in the shower, pushed up against the wall with her thighs riding his hips, but he wanted her beneath him. Wanted leverage to get as deep inside her as he could get.
With that in mind, he blindly switched off the water and started to pull back, but with a defiant cry, she clung to him.
