Page 132 of Power Shift

I nod rapidly, flicking my tongue up his throat. He may as well be sweating peanut butter with how strong his scent is. I can’t get enough.

Without thinking twice, I slide my hands down between our bodies and tug at his jeans. The belt buckle is a pain in my ass, and I nip at his throat in punishment.

Lust drowns out the sound of his curse. He covers my hands and says my name. I melt, loving that sound too much. He says it with so much adoration and respect. Like he truly believes I’m something precious.

“Let me see those bright eyes, beautiful.”

“Help me,” I beg, growling when his belt buckle won’t just undo already. “This is a buckle from hell.”

His chuckle scrapes my peaked nipples, and I shiver, slick seeping through to wet my leggings. There’s never been a chance of me hiding how aroused I am, but now? It’s the most obvious thing ever.

“You’re having a spike,” he says, as if I need the warning.

“It’s not my first one. I know what I want.”

Finally, the buckle clacks, and I slip the leather through. His hands are hot and slick with sweat where they hold mine, and that’s somehow really attractive to me right now.

“Briar—”

I press down on the thick length of him through the denim and purr, pleasure boiling in my belly. He’s not as long as Landon or Jasper, but he’s thick. As thick as Ronan, I’d bet. But I’d need to do a side-by-side comparison to be able to know for sure.

Yes, I need them all right in front of me.

Moaning, I rip at the button. Dash grunts under his breath and releases my hands to ghost his knuckle beneath my jaw. It’s enough to draw my attention, my vision a bit hazy as I focus on his eyes.

“You’re not thinking clearly. You came in here tonight to get to know me better, not for me to fuck you. I won’t take advantage of you.”

“You’re not. I want you, Dash. I’m ready. Feel for yourself,” I rush out.

He lets me take his fingers and bring them to my belly before slipping them beneath my leggings and between my legs. I watch for the moment he realizes I’m telling the truth. The flash of lightning in his eyes and the tightening of his thighs only make me gush again. And this time, his fingers are right there, hovering . . .

“Dash!” I cry when he swipes one through my slick flesh and gives my clit a faint brush.

The last thing I want him to do is remove his hand, but when he does so only to bring his glistening fingers to his lips, I keep my complaints to myself. With a crackling stare, Dash glides two long digits into his mouth and sucks them clean.

I’m a shaking mess. A live wire, primed and desperate for the spark that will send me over the edge.

“Like cookies, Bright Eyes. You taste good enough to devour.”

“I approve,” I moan, lowering myself firmly to his lap and going back for his pants.

Dash swallows and bundles my hair behind my shoulders. “I’ll compromise with you.”

I get the button open and tug down the zipper. At the first shove of his waistband, Dash lifts his hips for me. It’s like I weigh nothing on his thighs. With the way the thick muscles strain and flex beneath me, that doesn’t surprise me.

A happy sigh is all I can manage. His boxers are brightly coloured, and the dark circle right below the band has me strangling a moan in my throat.

“You need relief, Briar. Right?”

I nod, lowering my hand to cup him through the soft fabric. His dick pulses against my palm, encouraging me to continue my exploration.

“You can have it, but only my way. We’ll get those leggings off you, and once you’re bare, you can sit that pussy over my cock and get it nice and wet. I’ll split those soft lips and glide right through, but it’s not going inside. Not yet.”

“Oh, my god,” I breathe out, tingles erupting between my legs.

The wet spot in his boxers grows.

“Say you understand. I won’t strip you until you do.”

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