Page 45 of No Fear
His voice, his words, they were so brutally honest and reverent that her eyes watered. She squeezed them shut, more certain than ever that if he saw it, he would stop. And he couldn’t stop. Not now. Not ever.
“More?” He asked, hesitantly.
She nodded.
Remy hummed appreciatively and his thumbs brushed her nipples. Her hips arched and another moan tore from her lips. Her breasts were sensitive, always had been. Ever since she hit puberty and they grew three cup sizes in a matter of weeks, she’d been oversensitive and she’d always hated it. Hated that her breasts drew unwanted attention. Hated the men that leered at them. Hated that sometimes they felt so sensitive even her bra rubbed them the wrong way. But when she felt Remy’s hot breath a moment before his wet tongue swiped over the hard peak, hate was the last thing she felt.
“Oh God!”
The entire world faded away as she cried out. The rush of blood in her ears and her helpless moans were the only thing she could make out as Remy tortured first one breast and then the other with his dangerously creative mouth. A tight coil of energy twisted tight inside of her and she found she couldn’t keep her body still.
Her hips began to move back and forth against the rock hard erection beneath her. Her back arched to give him more of her breasts. And she didn’t realize she’d grabbed his head until she was pulling him off of her with desperate, frantic whimpers.
“Remy…” Her breath caught as he raised his head.
He looked as wrecked and desperate as she felt. His lips were wet and swollen from his teasing and his eyes were glazed with a hunger that made her shiver. She wanted to kiss him, was just about to, when he spoke.
“Too much?”
“Not enough.” She panted, “I need more. Please, Remy. I need…”
She let out a squeal because Remy was moving beneath her before she could finish her sentence. She heard dishes crash to the floor at the same time he deposited her on the edge of the table. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was thinking making a mess and breaking things, but his tongue cut off her words and her train of thought as he kissed her deeply.
Rachel clung to him as the kiss spiraled out of control. She’d thought his kisses before had been passionate but now he was ravenous. Remy consumed her, claimed her, and she simply held on to him as tight as she could, certain that she was marking him as surely as he was marking her. She was so lost to his drugging kiss that she barely realized he was stripping her panties off until she was naked.
“Lay back.” He demanded as soon as he dropped them to the floor with her other garments.
She did so, without question and without complaint. The surface of the table was cool against her overheated skin and she shivered. The contrast of Remy’s warm body looming over her front and the chill of the counter was a shock to her system. She glanced up, trying to figure out what he would do next but all he did was stare at her.
God, the way he looked at her. A girl could get used to that kind of thing. And if she hadn’t already known she was falling in love with him, she would have right then. Because the way he looked at her made her feel so many incredible things all at once. Warm and safe. Protected and cherished. Needed and desired. But when he made no move to touch her, it still wasn’t enough.
“Remy, please.” She begged.
“Please what?” He asked, his voice rough and dangerously low.
“Touch me!”
“I am touching you.” He traced a finger between her breasts and she shuddered in response.
“I need more.”
“You needme.” He corrected with a growl that shot straight to her core.
“Yes!”
“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I need you, Remy. Pease.”
“You have me.” He murmured softly, “You’ll always have me and I’ll always give you what you need.”
The hand that had been trailing across her belly dipped lower and she gasped as he finally, finally, touched her. Her legs fell open wide, allowing him access where no man had ever touched her before, and he groaned in response. She was so wet she couldn’t just feel him spreading her open and teasing her, she could hear it. She knew she was wet, soaking, embarrassingly wet, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. There was no embarrassment with Remy. He’d done this to her. Only him. And he would be the only man that ever had or could.
His fingers were magic, stroking and petting her until she was writhing against him. She bucked so hard the entire table moved across the floor but he only chuckled and used his other hand to hold her hips down. Somewhere, dimly, in the back of her mind she knew that she should be touching him too. She wanted to touch him too. But then he found that secret bundle of nerves and as an earth-moving orgasm barreled through her she forgot everything but the name of the man giving her such sweet pleasure.
“Remy. Remy. Remy. Oh God… Remy!”
For a long time she couldn’t hear anything but the sound of the blood rushing through hers ears but when her hearing returned she heard Remy’s answering groan, “So goddamned beautiful and you’re mine, all mine.”
