Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,300

now.”

She did, actually—she could tell just by the way he watched her. But she wanted to hear him say it. She ran her cheek over every steely-soft inch of his cock, enjoying his tortured groans. “Tell me,” she whispered against his skin.

The words were ripped from him, sudden and breathless. “You look like mine.” Then he bit his lip bloodless, his frown agonised, as if he hadn’t meant to let that slip.

She should’ve been horrified, but wild, rebellious pleasure bloomed inside her. On a sex-fuelled wave of defiance, she murmured, “Maybe I am.”

He rose up on one elbow, his gaze darkening. Then he reached down and grasped his erection at the base—hard. His voice even harder, he ordered, “Open for me.”

She did, and he lifted his hips, murmuring sweet, sordid things as he fed his cock into her throat. It was a hot, human intrusion that shot straight to her clit. She sucked hard, and he thrust up into her mouth, his hand a delicious weight on her nape, his voice cracking as he urged her on. God, she wanted him. Like this, yes—or, even better: between her thighs, filling the ache that grew inside her as his pre-come teased her tongue.

She wanted him in her life, always, wanting her right back.

“Stop,” he gasped, the word abrupt, ragged. She eased back, and he sat up, dragging her into his lap. His kiss was dangerously deep, as if he wanted to devour her, or maybe to be devoured himself. His hands never stopped moving, sliding over her bare skin, the heat of his palms branding her sides, her breasts, her throat. Then he cupped her face, and the kiss turned tender in a way that made her heart break and her hips rock. This. This was what they were.

A second later it was over, as if he thought she couldn’t handle too much. Rae was flipped onto her back, her body tingling in anticipation while Zach reached for something on the bedside table.

Her underwear felt so inconvenient, all of a sudden. Confining, even. She peeled them off and sank into the languor of the moment, teasing her plump clit with delicate fingers… Only for Zach’s warmth to return, his body a comforting weight as he lay above her, his own fingers joining hers. But his were slippery, and he glided over her folds, spreading the luxurious wetness. His gaze caught hers, held. Then he pushed two fingers inside her, and she thought she might shatter. His thumb swept over her greedy bud, circling gently while his fingers fucked her nice and slow. She spread her legs wider and choked out, “More. More.”

He kissed her cheek, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, and then his tongue slipped between her lips just as his fingers curved inside her. He rubbed something sensitive and sultry and perfect, and she came. Wrapped her arms around him, sucked on his tongue as she moaned, and came. He kept stroking, kept circling her clit, until she gasped and twisted and jerked away, the sensations too overwhelming.

But not so overwhelming that she couldn’t say, “Condom.” It wasn’t a reminder so much as a warning: You better be ready, because I’m about to need you again.

She heard the rip of foil before he settled between her thighs, his lips soft over the pulse racing at her throat. His voice was rough and rumbling and oh-so-satisfied when he murmured, “You’re not nervous anymore.”

She carded her fingers through the silk of his hair. “With you? I don’t know how I ever was.”

His weight grounded her, his breath hot against her ear. His grip on her thighs was urgent, commanding. She could feel the thick head of his cock parting her folds, but he didn’t push. “Tell me you want it,” he growled.

She responded without thought, far too truthfully. “I want you.”

“So take me,” he murmured against her lips. “Whenever you want. Just take me.” Then, with a snap of his hips, he filled her so deep she couldn’t breathe. Sparks flew from the place where he was buried, so thick and hard and hers. She tightened helplessly around him, her moans ragged, need dancing through her veins.

“Fuck,” Zach hissed, his forehead pressed to hers, his breaths more like pants. “Fuck. You feel like heaven.”

And he felt like home.

Zach thrust into Rae like an animal, sweat gilding his skin, her cries urging him on. Nothing could be better than this. She chanted, “Oh, fuck, yes,” and he knew he’d never stop.