Page 170 of Things We Hide from the Light
She rolled her eyes. “For Pete’s sake. I got off. Okay? Accidentally. My shirt was all bunched up and you were hard and in the right place. All you did was move your hips one time and…”
“And what?”
“I–I came apart.”
Fuck me.
I didn’t need to hear any more. I shoved my hands under her arms and picked her up. She let out a little trill of nervous laughter when I boosted her onto the counter and then wrapped those long, lean legs around my waist, hooking her ankles at my back.
I yanked the buttons of her blouse open as she finally unzipped my fly.
The world stopped when those strong, slim fingers found my shaft.
“God. I’ve been waiting so long for this,” she said on a moan.
So had I. My entire life.
My jaw clenched and my breath caught in my chest. The rise and fall of her high, full breasts was hypnotizing. I wanted to taste, to suck. I wanted to forget everything that I was and take what she was offering.
Her grip on my dick tightened and a haze began to creep into the edges of my vision. Desire. Craving. Need. It pulsed up my shaft under her hand in a frantic beat. Something clawed at mychest, begging to be released, and I realized it was the breath I’d been holding.
She turned me into something primal, primitive, an animal driven by the need to mate. After so much numbness, this tidal wave of emotion scared the hell out of me. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to dive into it headfirst. But I needed to be careful with her.
She cupped my face with her free hand. “Nash, look at me.” Her eyes were glassy with desire. Her lips were swollen and parted as she panted in short, sharp breaths. “I don’t want the gentle good guy right now. I want what you have inside you.”
God help me. I wanted to give it to her. Wanted to cut myself open and let the pain, the cold bleed out so she could fill me up with fire and put me back together again.
“It’s not pretty,” I warned, nipping at the base of her throat.
She tightened her thighs around my hips. “I’m not worried about breaking you, hotshot. Do me the same favor.”
With that, I dove forward, taking one dusky nipple into my mouth and sliding my hand up her short, plaid skirt.
Jesus. They weren’t tights. They were thigh highs. There was nothing between my fingers and her molten core but a pair of silky underwear. I rewarded us both with a long, hard suck, and her nipple swelled in my mouth.
She let out a whimper that had moisture welling up out of my cock, coating her fingers. I was going to lose it. My first time back in the saddle and I was going to come before we’d even gotten started.
I released her breast and pulled back so I could look at her, drink her in.
She was wearing a plain, white thong. The innocence of it drove me wild. I coasted my fingers over the transparent wet spot in fascination.
“Yes,” Lina hissed, using her heels to pull me closer until the tip of my cock lined up with the wet spot on her panties.
We both shuddered. One layer of white silk was the only barrier between us. Driven by need, I tugged the material of her thong up so those soft, wet lips parted on either side. Then I ran my knuckle between them.
Her legs spasmed around me as her head fell back, knocking into the cabinet.
I did it again and then again as I lowered my head to lap at her other pert nipple.
I couldn’t get enough of the soft, inviting curve of her breast against my cheek and jaw.
But we were in public.
Anyone could walk in and find us like this.
We had things to settle.
But none of that mattered in this moment. The only thing that did was fucking my way into her until we both lost our damn minds. Somehow I knew once I did, things would make sense.
