Page 115 of Resurfaced Passion

Paige wasfamished.

The sharp breath he took made her shudder from scalp to painted pinky-toe.

“Do what I see you’re dying to, Paige.” When she flipped her gaze up from his chest she was startled for a moment, her belly twisting with heat bombs. He hissed and brought her hand to his stomach. “Go ahead, touch me all you want.”

He held himself above her so she could run her fingers along the hot, hard ridges, his cock ready and leaking and the place between her legs spasmed, needing him inside her so badly.

Still as a statue, breathing through a small gap in his lips, Reaper watched her travel her hand over his torso, around his neck to feel the corded muscle there. She brushed his whiskers and caressed his clavicle and traced hypnotized patterns around his hard nipples.

He wasn’t super hairy, and she loved that.

Continuing on with her exploration, the muscles under her hand flexing with her sweeping motion. Feeling powerful, she skimmed along his exposed thigh then enclosed her fist around the girth of his hardness and began stroking him.

A silent sob ripped through her, shuddering her chest, the magnitude of him giving her his body was not lost on Paige. This was a controlled man and he was gritting his teeth while she explored him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, clenching his hands up by her head. She wished he’d grab her, make her heart stop thumping in that way it was. His eyes were all but masked in his lowered lids.

“You feel so good.” her lips found his neck as his lower half touched hers, she widened her legs ready for his first hard thrust that would feel like pain and bliss all tangled in one, she brushed his cock against her folds and jolted.

Her hand became faster. He grew harder, dripping down her fingers.

His breathing brushed her cheeks, just as jerky as hers.

Their shared desperation was palpable.

“Oh, I need you.” She whispered against his throat, he’d all but taken over by fucking her hand, she squeezed tightly and arched her body up in silent plea. “Please,oh,please. Need you inside me.”

“Don’t fucking stop, ladybug.”

Paige seized, freezing on the spot, at the same time Reaper did.

Without thought she pulled her hand back.

“W-what…?”

“Paige…?”

“You just called me by your dead wife’s pet name, Reaper.”

His whole face looked pained. “Ah, damn, baby,” he muttered, poised above her. “I’m sorry,” his opaque gaze held his apology, and she really wanted to laugh it off and to get back to making him moan. She wanted to go back a second ago before her heart started to hurt.

“This isn’t the first time, Reaper.”

Her heart thudded, lust drifting away, she felt exposed like never before and needed her clothes.

“What isn’t?”

She slid out from underneath him and he let her, quickly foraging for her clothes she glanced over, that same pained look in his eyes she urgently wanted to sooth away.

“You’ve said that name in your sleep. I just thought it was dreams.”

Lowering his head, he raked two rough hands through his hair before grabbing the shirt, he yanked it over his head and covered his legs too with his discarded jeans, leaving them unbuttoned. “It was a—”

Shaking inside, the pain of it hit her from all corners. She’d thought he was here with her. Now she couldn’t stop her rampant, crazy thoughts—insane thoughts that maybe he wasn’t one hundred percent present with her, that he was thinking of another woman, a woman he loved and couldn’t let go of while her hands were on him.

It was a vile, horrible thought and yet it took root in Paige’s head and started to spread, causing a lump to form in her throat.

She was sure he was feeling things for her, real, true things he was ready to admit to and instead he was lost in memories?

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