Page 141 of Resurfaced Passion

He loved the lengthening of her stiff spine and the consequent loosening the higher he lifted her skirt up her golden thighs until he had two good handfuls bunched at either side of her hips, exposing a little pair of black panties.

Words were not needed.

Sensation took over.

And when Reaper slid a hand around the front and down into those panties, Paige was right there with him, bending her spine, panting little wispy gasps of air.

The air thick around them.

His tongue dry.

Her naughty little gaze ate him up, making his cock swell.

He wanted to attack the side of her exposed throat, so he did, without a second thought he started sucking and rubbing at the same time.

She moaned, curling her body back into his, pushing his fingers even deeper and when she clung to the sink edge he heard the strain of her tight grip squeaking against the marble.

His free hand flattened on her stomach while his other plied pressure to her inner walls, curling two fingers back to make her knees buckle.

Her hot pants sent him crazy, grunting, he laved kisses all along one side of her neck.

This woman was his all.

He could never walk away from his first love.

He didn’t finger-fuck Paige madly, he took it real nice and slow, pumping his fingers until they reached the promised land and made her jerk against his chest. Sliding a hand up the front of her body, through the valley of her perfect tits, he cupped around her throat, holding her steady, keeping their eyes intimately locked in the mirror.

She shallow-exhaled in quick excited succession, he loved seeing the flush cover her face, how brightly lit her eyes became in her arousal. Reaper grunted every time she moaned and when she came it happened with his hand covering her lips to smother the noise. He experienced her pleasure in his groin, hardening him to painful measures and he’d never felt so good watching her melt.

To know he was the one giving his Paige pleasure. On top of the fucking world.

He gathered her skirt up, let her watch his hand crawl out of her panties and then those fingers disappeared into his mouth to lick her sweetness clean. Her eyes widened, darkened and it was his pleasure this time to see her thighs saw together. He could easily … so damn easily … give her more by letting her yank his belt buckle open and bend her over, leave handprints on the mirror. But tonight was about more than a fast screw they’d both enjoy.

Dropping her dress back around her knees, he kept both hands lightly on her waist, he turned Paige to face him. Arousal was still there staining her cheeks, but so was wariness and it was that look he intended to crush tonight.

On eggshells he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Yep, fucking strawberries sugared his lips.

“You look so pretty, Paige.”

Her lashes fluttered down, and she smiled. “Thank you. You look like a tough biker.”

“Nah, I’m docile as a puppy, ask anyone.” he half smiled at her giggle, some of his tension melted away and he slipped her hand into his, leading her down the stairs to the truck outside and he lifted her into the cage.

Burying his face in the side of her neck he inhaled the scent that was all his Paige. He could so easily get drunk on her skin. His hands held her waist, pulled her nearer. “I kept my distance for so long just to keep my girl safe. I need more now. Let me be closer, close the gap so I can do that, baby.” Their bodies couldn’t get any closer, he was talking about the emotional distance she still held in place.

He’d never been so fucking nervous in his whole life.

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She was dating her boyfriend … husband … whatever. She was on a date with Reaper and for the first time in days, Paige felt the knots in her belly subside. She couldn’t stop taking glances at him as he drove them through town. Minutes into their journey he’d reached over and brought her hand to the top of his thigh, every now and then his fingers would drop and stroke over hers before going back to the wheel. She lived for those few seconds.

She’d been with him for weeks, goodness sake, she officially lived with him, though it had only been one night and still tonight felt so new she had to swallow through her nerves.

When his voice filled the cab in a low, deep roll, her stomach bottomed out. “I can wait, bug, for you to decide if you still want me between your legs. I know tonight is about us communicating. But I want in your heart.” The way the words came out of his plump lips caused an unholy riot of pulses between said legs and she stifled her moan as she crossed one knee over the other in hopes it would stop the fluttering of pleasure and wetness. God, had he turned up the heating? Her cheeks were boiling.

His hand covered her leg and prized it off her knee. “No, keep them unlocked, baby. Let her feel the hurt, your head might be mad at me, but my pussy always loves me. She knows how much I want to fuck you, it’s why she’s soaking your little panties, isn’t that right?”

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