Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,284

Zach leaned closer, his breath hot against her inner thigh, his whisper pure decadence. “Do you hold it tight over your clit, sweetheart? Until you come? Or do you oil it up and slide it inside that pretty cunt?”

“I…” She gasped as a spark of desperate sensation ripped through her. She was too close. She should stop. Instead, she rubbed herself harder and faster and said, “I put it inside me, but I keep…”

“You keep strumming that little clit, too,” he breathed.

She meant to say Yes, but it was strangled by a moan—because he finally touched her. Nowhere indecent, nowhere scandalous. He rose up on his knees and slid an arm around her waist; that was all. He took her weight. She leaned back against the steel band of his forearm. Watched as he brought her freed hand to his mouth and sucked slowly on her first two fingers.

Fuck.

A thousand fireworks popped and sparkled inside her, breathless desire fluttering in her stomach. His lips slid down to her knuckles, his tongue gliding between her fingers. The sight and the sensation combined to unravel all of her control. She thought wildly that he’d lick her pussy just like this, just like this…

He released her fingers—more’s the fucking pity—and reached between their bodies. She jumped slightly as he tugged her underwear aside, his knuckles grazing her sensitive skin. Even that light touch sent a violent bolt of pleasure though her.

“Do it,” he said. “Fuck yourself.”

She must be out of her damned mind, because she didn’t hesitate. Just thrust two fingers, wet and glistening from his mouth, into her pussy—and then she moaned helplessly, both at the feeling and the feral satisfaction on his face.

He looked down, and something flared in his eyes, so she looked too. Saw the way her pussy spread around her fingers; saw the stiff, swollen nub of her clit and the way she circled it frantically. All at once, she came. It was like bursting out of the ocean to gulp down sweet, fresh air. She shuddered in his arms and moaned through each wave of pleasure while he dragged his lips over her throat, her jaw, her cheek. Kissing her, kissing her, kissing her.

And then, when the brilliance faded, along with all the strength in her muscles, he lowered her gently to the bed. Lay beside her, caught the end of her braid, and trailed it between the valley of her breasts. Told her she was fucking beautiful. She found herself smiling giddily, breathless and mindless and humming with a new kind of pleasure.

Maybe Zach hadn’t desired her, once upon a time. But he certainly did now.

Zach was inhaling pure elation, so high he barely knew his own name. His cock throbbed in his jeans, but he couldn’t manage to care; the gasping moans Rae made when she came were all his head had room for. He remembered those moans as he bathed in the scent of her: warm skin, soft musk, lemon and sugar pancakes. She lay beside him in the intimate, vulnerable haze of after, and it was so close to his wildest fantasy, he could come on the fucking spot.

Instead, he rolled over, covering her body in a single, sudden move. “I want to kiss you.”

She gave him that brilliant, one-sided smile, big brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, really?”

“No-one’s here,” he reminded her—because he’d give her whatever she needed, but he needed acknowledgement that deep down, this was real. “I just want to fucking kiss you.”

Quietly, carefully, she murmured, “Then kiss me.” As if the words were shameful, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying them.

He wanted so badly to take those words and run. To trust in the shy affection he felt radiating from her. To believe that, no matter what she claimed, Rae was here for just one reason: she couldn’t be anywhere else. Couldn’t be with anyone else.

Maybe, behind the walls she built for her own safety, she hid feelings for him.

He cupped her face, running his thumb over the soft threads of her scars. Tried to tell her with his eyes what he didn’t dare to say: I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not even myself. When his lips finally touched hers, he held his breath. She slid her hands into his hair, opened her mouth for him, and he exhaled sweet relief. His tongue traced the pronounced curve of her lower lip, dipped inside, and tasted bliss. She hummed her pleasure and tasted him just as hungrily.