Page 58 of Shackled to the World
As she slowly lowered the zipper, he licked his lips, greedily watching her every move. A tremor went through him, his breaths coming in great gulps when her panties were revealed, his neon eyes blazing with so much lust and longing that it was hard for her to swallow.
When he didn’t move, she grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips to nibble at the tips of his fingers. “You can touch me if you want…or not. You won’t break me.”
The need to give him what he needed, what no other woman could give him, made her more daring. She ran his hand down the front of her torso, between her breasts, down her stomach until they reached her pants.
When she would’ve pulled away, he wove their fingers together, then leaned his forehead against hers. “Stop me if it gets to be too much.”
She nodded weakly. Instead of drawing back, he watched every nuance of her expression as he slowly slipped their joined hands down the front of her panties. She bit her lip at the heat of him, then he used his other hand to pull her hips closer to the edge of the counter, making her legs spread wider to fit him between them, and guided their joined hands to slide over her core.
A moan tore from her as pleasure shot along her limbs, and she struggled to keep her eyes open and trained on his as her desire soared even higher. Then he moved his hand and she couldn’t help the way her head fell back and her hips arched against his seeking fingers in a greedy demand for more.
She pulled her hand away from his hold, needing to be closer, and arched into him again when he rubbed against her harder. A gasp escaped her as pleasure sizzled from her fingers to her toes. Ravenous to touch him in turn, she reached for his pants. The instant her fingers brushed along his bare stomach, he sucked in a sharp breath, and she took advantage and slipped her hands into the small gap in the front of his jeans.
His body stiffened, as if he’d been completely unaware of what she was doing until then. She peered up at him from under her lashes, loving the way he had his head tipped back, the strong cords of his neck standing out, thrilled that she could make him lose control.
She wrapped her hands around his staff, marveling at the size and silken texture. He gave a tortured groan, then his other hand came up to settle on top of hers over the pants and he tightened his grip, showing her what he wanted. His head dropped forward, and his lips came to rest against her ear.
“Harder.” As if to emphasize the point, he bit her earlobe sharp enough to make her jump.
Which sent his fingers into her core and elicited a groan from both of them.
She tightened her hand around him as instructed, following his lead as he grabbed her wrist and showed her how to pleasure him. For each stroke, he mimicked her movements, until her eyes fell shut and she crested…then all she saw were stars.
When his cock swelled in her hand, her eyes fluttered open. She needed to watch him reach his pleasure.
Only for him to pull her hand away, his breathing ragged.
“Hey!” When she reached for him again, he pulled his hand away from her core, and she couldn’t help shivering, her body on the verge of another orgasm. Instead of answering her, Camden turned away and tucked in his shirt, refusing to meet her gaze as he buttoned up his jeans.
Suddenly feeling cold, she fussed with her clothes until she was fully dressed once more. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
He gave a strangled laugh, looking pained as he turned toward her, brushing a chaste kiss along her lips. “Sweetheart, if it was any more perfect, I would have come in my pants.”
Heat singed her cheeks, but something about the way he avoided her eyes made her push. “Why didn’t you?”
“We should go.” When he reached to help her down from the counter, she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, refusing to budge.
She ducked her head until he met her gaze. “Tell me.”
A dusting of red colored his cheeks, and he coughed a little nervously before he shrugged. “I don’t know what my seed would do to you. My touch is toxic, my kiss is even more potent.” His gaze met hers, direct and frank. “This isn’t the way to find out if my body fluids would be harmful to you. I would never leave you vulnerable in a public bathroom stall.”
Annora pursed her lips, wanting to argue, but she couldn’t refute his logic. Then she gave him her best sultry smile.
She must have done it wrong because he stiffened in her arms.
Unwilling to admit defeat, still able to feel his arousal pressed between them, she rested her hand flat on his chest, brushing her fingers along the shirt that now separated them. Skimming her fingers lower, she trailed them over the front of his pants, dragging her nails over the rough material hard enough that he arched into her with a strangled groan. “We can easily find out.”
He gave a start, searching her eyes, and her cheeks heated at her boldness. She wanted to duck her head, suddenly shy, but refused. This was too important. She would not allow him to run from her.
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Sweet gods above, she was going to kill him.
Camden had to lock his knees as the image of him touching himself in front of her popped into his head. Then the image of her falling to her knees before him nearly had him spilling himself in his jeans. He struggled to get his breathing back under control before he hyperventilated.
He rubbed his hand along his jaw, then closed his eyes as the smell of her arousal tantalized him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to lick his fingers.
Bad decision.
