Page 45 of Broken Trust
The world jumped in her vision, and all she could focus on was the god of a man making her feelsoalive.
Every breath she sucked in could never be enough, and every swish of his tongue was a rhythm that pulsated in her very blood.
She glided her hands over his rock-hard body, reading the newer scars like Braille. When she reached between them and cupped his bulging erection through the worn denim, he issued a noise like steel scraping stone.
Her nipples puckered, and he noticed, clamping one between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it until she thought she’d lose her mind.
Arching, she let her body do the begging—her mouth was too busy kissing her lover. She sucked at his tongue, and he growled.
She fell still, remembering the way he reacted when she took his cock in her mouth. How he lost his control to the soft, sucking pulls then fisted her hair as she swallowed him all the way into the back of her throat.
She pressed on his chest, and he eased away enough for her to take control. She pushed him onto his back and followed him down, straddling him.
“Fuck, angel. You’re so gorgeous. I missed you so damn much.”
Angel.He called her that because he always said she had angel eyes.
“I missed you too,” she breathed, skittering her hands over the ridges of his abdomen and following the touch with her lips and tongue.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging lightly at the strands and making her pussy flood.
But she was too focused on what she was doing tohim.She popped the button of his jeans and edged the zipper down. That was as far as her patience went—she drew his cock out of his briefs and swallowed it in the same move.
“Oh my…god!” His length strained into the back of her throat where they both wanted it.
She drew on the length of him, the clean musk of his scent driving her to the point of no return.
A bead of precum hit her tongue, and she moaned at the salty taste. Passion took over, and she lost herself to the feel of him in her mouth and the roughness of his voice when she pushed him to the brink.
He didn’t let her finish—he flipped her on her back and stared down into her eyes with a resolve she never saw in him before.
“Liam.” His name broke on a sound that wasn’t a word.
“I’m here. We’re just getting started.”
She didn’t know if he meant tonight or forever…and that uncertainty terrified her most.
TEN
Mason tore away the rest of Elin’s clothes like they’d become a problem to solve. When he sat back on his heels to look at her—sexy-as-hell mussed hair, lashes sweeping her cheeks and sleek skin—he felt his heart twist in his chest.
Then she flicked her gaze to his, and his chest damn near exploded with emotions he’d kept bottled for so long.
He always thought her deep green eyes saw things most people didn’t. She saw him.
Slowly, he swept down her body, pressing his lips to warm, smooth flesh that pebbled under his lips and tongue. In one fluid move, he spread her knees.
Her breath was trapped in her throat. Her fingers found purchase in his hair, twisting the short strands and sending darts of need straight to his cock. Gently, he teased the wet seam of her pussy with one forefinger, trailing through the soft folds and making her gasp out.
When he reached her entrance, he dipped his finger inside her molten heat. She dragged in a sharp breath.
He added two fingers. She shuddered.
When he sank them deep inside her tight channel, he was watching her face. Bliss rippled across her features and a pink flush settled in her cheeks as he settled in to take her apart piece by erotic piece.
He pumped his fingers, then withdrew them in a measured glide that made her walls clench. He twisted them back on a deeper pass, and she locked a hand on his shoulder. The sweet sounds she made mingled with a groan he couldn’t hold back.
He curled his fingers, teasing her, coaxing her toward an end he’d make damn sure she never forgot. Dipping his head, he sucked her clit.
