Murder_ A Sinful Secrets Romance - Ella James Page 0,88

hand strokes my hair back while his mouth comes down to cover mine.

The kiss is deep and tender. Firm… His mouth is hot and smooth. His tongue strokes mine, surging a few times in a motion that makes me think of sex. Then his lips take charge, gently tasting mine, and his tongue is licking along the seam of my lips, teasing. I can’t seem to think. I just…react. The kiss deepens, his beard prickling my hot cheeks. His mouth roves up my jaw and to my temple, kissing lightly, till I feel a throb low in my belly and I grab his shoulder. I try to pull him down on me.

And then he sucks the tender skin below my ear, making me writhe with need, and pulls away.

I pull him back to me. I’m surprised when he lays his heavy body over mine, presses his cheek against mine.

“Gwenna…” I can feel his chest pump with his heavy breaths.

“Barrett.” I turn my head to kiss his mouth, and miss—because he’s lifting his head and shifting back onto his side. He trails a finger down my forearm.

“How do you feel?” His eyes have that hawkish quality, as if he’s watching me closely to make sure he misses nothing. But there’s gentleness in his features, too. For someone so acquainted with violence, he really is a nice guy.

“I’m good.” I flush, then laugh. “I can’t believe I did that.” I can’t stop the grin that spreads over my face.

“Did what?” He smirks.

I shove him. “You know what, you jerk.”

His smirk takes its usual route to smile.

“I’ve never done what I did with you.” I bring my hand to my burning cheek. “Put my ass up in the air like that.” I shake my head.

He grins. “I’ve never seen anything that fucking hot.”

I look down at the sheets, not sure if I should beam with pride or die of embarrassment.

He smiles and strokes my jaw. “You look naughty, Gwenna.”

“Apparently I am.” I lean up so I can kiss his neck. I expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t. His eyes are warm on mine, his arm around me steady as he holds me to him.

This time, I’m the one who pulls away.

“What time is it?” I whisper.

I see him swallow. “Almost three.”

“Have you slept?” I whisper breathlessly.

“A little.”

“Liar.” I cup his prickly cheek. “Maybe it would help if I wrap you up and be your human blanket.”

His eyes shut. I kiss his jaw. I feel the goosebumps on his arm, which is pressed against my chest. His tired eyes open.

“You’re not holding out for me, are you? Trying to keep from having a nightmare with me here? I don’t want to make things worse for you.”

“Never,” he says quietly.

I stroke a finger down his abs. He leans his head back.

“You make me feel good,” I say, stroking his happy trail. “I want to make you feel good too.”

I duck under the covers and, after a second with my heart in my throat, work up the nerve to grab his dick and wrap my tongue around the tip of it. I hear him groan and suck him into my mouth. I can feel him lengthen…harden…thicken. I’m not very experienced with blow jobs. I can’t even suck my left cheek in as tightly as my right one. But I try…and at the same time, I try to run my tongue under his head and all around the rim of him. I’m rewarded by a muttered curse, and then his hands cupping my head.

I wonder how deep I can take him. I open wider and suck him into the back of my throat…so I can feel the pressure of his head there. I realize in a heartbeat that it’s either gag or swallow—so I swallow.

“Oh fuck…” I hear and feel him take a heavy breath. His thick erection twitches in my throat. I inhale slowly, relaxing more so I can breathe around him. Then I swallow just a little more.

His hips jerk so hard, I cough a little and my eyes water.

“Oh God,” he moans. “Gwen.”

His hands clench my shoulders and I feel his legs shake slightly. Another slow swallow, and he’s gritting out my name. His hips twitch, then his legs get very tense and still, as if he’s forcibly keeping himself from thrusting deeper. I realize as I swallow again that I forgot about the balls. And what a shame, because his are seriously stunning: big and beautiful, the very definition of well-hung.