Page 78 of Fragile Sanctuary

“Want to see everything when you shatter. Don’t want to miss a fucking thing.”

My fingers thrust deeper, finding that spot that would bring Rho to her knees. She clamped down around my fingers as her lips parted on a quiet gasp. My thumb pressed down on that bundle of nerves as I stroked each wave that hit her. Again and again.

I watched the gold dance in her eyes as she struggled to keep them open. To keep them on me. The green all but disappeared, and Rho was only gold. Pure fire.

As the last wave hit her, her legs gave out. I caught her around the waist with my free arm, holding her to me, not wanting to let go. I didn’t want to leave the warmth and life that was Rho.

A horn honked outside, and she jolted.

I cursed, pulling my fingers free.

Rho’s eyes widened as she hurried to pull up her tank top. “Shep.”

Oh, hell.

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RHODES

A waveof sheer panic hit me like a freight train. “I forgot. Shep said he was coming early to show me how to work everything with the new system. Um, I’ll just, uh?—”

“Get dressed, Reckless.” Then Anson licked clean the fingers that had just been inside me.

I gaped at him. “You didn’t.”

“Get dressed,” he growled.

I startled, bobbing my head in a rapid nod before glancing down at Anson’s crotch. “But, uh, you. Um.”

“Fuck. Don’t look at it. Makes it worse. I need to think about dirty gym socks or something.”

I choked on a laugh. “I’m sorry. I really did forget he was coming over early. I just need to turn off the shower. I think we’ve let the water run too long already.”

Anson scrubbed a hand over his face. “Please, for the love of God, get dressed. I’ll deal with the shower and your brother.”

I bit my lip.

“Don’t do that either,” he snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Clothes. Please. Preferably a parka.”

“I’m going.” I hurried into my bedroom, finally letting my laugh free.

“My blue balls aren’t funny,” Anson called through the door.

“Maybe just a little bit,” I yelled back.

I heard a muffled curse.

Biscuit lifted his head as if to ask what all the ruckus was about.

I covered my mouth with both hands.What the hell had I done?

My skin buzzed, and my muscles all but vibrated. I’d had a handful of relationships, even a couple of one-night stands in college, but I had never, not once, felt anything like what I’d just experienced in the freaking hallway.

We hadn’t even had sex. But, God, I wanted to. I wanted to know what it would be like to have Anson moving inside me, to—nope, nope, nope.

“Get it together, Rho.”

Biscuit cocked his head to one side.

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