Murder_ A Sinful Secrets Romance - Ella James Page 0,131

thing is, I think he suspected I was awake that time. He didn’t seem to relax until I slowed my own breathing and made my body go limp against his. I wonder where he learned to be so observant…but I guess it’s not a mystery.

Everything else about him feels as though it is.

I wonder what he’s dreaming when he writhes and whimpers my name. I wish I knew what’s haunting him.

But I feel like my hands are tied. He’s trying so hard to hide the nightmares from me, and I don’t know why. I don’t want to pry and send him running. Not yet, anyway.

For now, I just accept that the only thing I can give him is the warmth of my body, pressed against his, when he gets back into bed. I love his breath on my neck, the way his chest expands as he inhales against my hair. I love the way his lips tickle my jaw, and most of all, I love the way, when he succumbs to sleep, his big frame softens subtly behind mine.

I feel his muscles twitch as he sinks into sleep. For the next half-hour or so, I keep my mind alert by saying prayers and making mental lists. I wait until his body coils behind mine and he groans.

He doesn’t wake when I turn around and wrap my arm around his neck and kiss his cheek. I can tell he never feels the first kiss—because he starts to pant, his muscles tighten, and he often groans again. I take that as my cue to kiss his neck.

And it’s magical, the way my mouth and hands, just kissing his neck and stroking his hair, can pull him from that place and back to me. His hands grip me. He’ll murmur “Gwen”—another good sign; during nightmares, I’m “Gwenna”—and then, after a rub of his erection against my thigh, he’ll drift into untroubled sleep.

It all goes off without a hitch tonight. Except instead of rubbing himself against me and nodding off, his hand sinks into my panties, his finger strokes into my pussy, and he presses himself against my ass.

He makes a low rumble in the back of his throat and whispers, “Gwen.”

I push back and rub against him.

“You awake?” he asks me in a raspy voice.

I reach around behind me, touching his hard chest. Barrett rocks against me, curls his finger in my pussy. “I love this pussy…”

He sounds half asleep. I can’t help giggling, even as I push myself back against him. I feel his long, thick cock between my ass cheeks.

He moans. “Gwen…”

Another finger finds my clit. He skates over it with slick precision.

“God!”

“I need to be inside here…”

What he’s doing to me feels so good, I thrust against his hand and groan and hope he will take care of things somehow so I don’t have to move, so this doesn’t have to stop.

I feel him wrap his hand around his dick. Then he repositions his body behind mine. For a moment, my heart thrums as his hand parts my ass cheeks. Then the finger in my pussy slides out. My eyes roll back as his hand spreads me gently open and I feel the firm, delicious pressure of his dick notched against my center. With one firm thrust, he pushes inside.

“Bear!”

Coming from behind like that… The angle…

“Ohhhhhh.”

I press my legs together and shimmy back, taking more of him.

“That’s…oh yeah…” He moves his hips, rubbing his head against my G-spot, and I start shaking.

He pulls himself out, moaning, too, as his cock rubs between my upper thighs. He sinks back in. Oh God…

“Barrett.”

I feel his arm around my waist, and then he’s fingering me from the front, his finger teasing my clit until I’m bouncing back against him in a fit of lust.

“Ahh…you’re tight… so wet, baby…”

His hand plays around my clit and strokes between my pussy lips as he continues fucking me: the plunging in…and easing out….and shoving in. Fuck! I feel his muscles quake with effort…or arousal.

“Goddamn…you’re so tight.”

I can feel him throb and swell inside me. I pant, my shoulder blades kissing his thick chest. I love how his body feels behind mine, big and bulky. Every time he fills me, pleasure spills through me; I push against him. Two of his fingertips skate from my creaming core—as he pulls out—up through my slit and linger sweetly on each side of my clit.

My head and neck burn as I flex my legs, my thighs stinging. Barrett buries himself deep.