Page 72 of Living Without

Ineededto play. My clit pulsed with pleasure.

Excitement caused a flutter in my chest and my breaths to come in pants.

Slowly, I pressed my pussy forward onto his hand. Saxon mumbled something behind me and then, oh God, then his fingers dipped in harder against my mound and one finger slipped through my lips, straight into my heat. I clamped down on my bottom lip to stop my moan. Sleeping Saxon thrust his cock into my backside again. He groaned.

Pressing my hand to his arm, the one attached to his hand in my panties, I tentatively glided my fingers down to see if he would wake and realise what he was doing. No matter how he acted, I didn’t want him to stop. I had waited too long to have Saxon Black touch me, and I was desperate to caress him right back.

When he didn’t wake as my hand reached his wrist, I shoved my hand under my panties to rest flat on the top of his hand.

But then Saxon stirred behind me. He thrust in again and then jerked back. “Shit,” he hissed. He shifted back, and it was then he realised where his hand exactly was. I heard his gulp of air and then, “Holy fuck,” he whispered the curse, probably thinking I was still sleeping.

Gently, he started to move his hand up, his finger slipping from me, until I quickly moved my own and gripped his wrist, pleading, “Saxon.”

“Fuck, Nary. Shit, sorry.” He tried to pry his hand out again, but I pressed mine on his wrist.

“Please,” I begged.

“Angel.” He sighed. “I don’t—”

I thrust up and pushed his hand down on me and moaned. “Saxon.”

“Jesus,” he cursed. “We shouldn’t—”

“I want to.”

His body was tense, and then he exhaled. It fanned across my neck, making me shudder.

He leant in, his lips just below my ear. “We don’t have to.”

“I want you to touch me.”

His lips smiled against my skin. “I am.”

“More,” I demanded.

His body relaxed into mine, and then, God yes, his hand dipped down again, and he slid one finger in, up and down. “Fuck, you’re wet for me.”

“Y-yes.” I smiled. “It happens when your man is feeling you up in his sleep.”

His hand stilled.

No!

“You were awake?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Christ, you’re primed.” His voice clipped roughly as he sank his finger deep inside me, then pulled it back out and up to circle my clit.

“Yes.” I breathed the word.

“That feel good?”

Was he worried about me?

God. All I wanted was for him to keep doing what he was doing to me.

I ground myself against his hand and then back against his hardness. He sucked in air and let out a curse.

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