Pike (The Pawn Duet #1) - T.M. Frazier Page 0,64

reality.

The truth is that I believe Pike, and in a way, he may not know everything, but he understands me more than anyone has before. That understanding that we share is probably what’s kept me alive, as well as the cause for the awareness prickling at my body like a thousand tiny needles bringing each nerve-ending to life.

I draw up my knees to my chest, but it only awakens an aching between my legs. I feel hot. Too hot. My skin is tight. I’m struggling to keep my shit together, and every time I think I’ve calmed myself, my thoughts stray to Pike, and the feeling starts all over again, ten times stronger than before.

Pike’s eyes darken, his lids growing hooded as if he knows exactly what I’m feeling. I need to do something because my body is on fire, and my mind is a mess. I can’t think clearly, and if there’s anything I hate more, it’s that.

“What are you’re doing to me?” Pike asks, moving closer until he’s right beside me, his chest brushing my shoulder. I flush at the feel of the warmth of his hard chest against my skin and let out an audible gasp.

“I can’t,” I start, feeling my entire body redden. “We…we can’t.”

He takes hold of my knee, tugging my legs apart, gazing down between them as if I’m a feast and he’s been starved his entire life. I gasp.

“I can help you,” he offers. “Let me help you.”

I start to protest, but he trails his fingertips along my inner thigh, and I realize I don’t want to protest. I want this. I want him. It’s sick and makes no sense but it’s the truth.

I’m only wearing a pair of cotton panties and one of Pike’s oversized white tee-shirts, and from the looks of it, he’s wearing nothing at all. “You want to come so badly, don’t you,” he says, massaging my inner thigh. The ache is now an all-out invasion of my senses. A low roar of anticipation is building within me. Consuming me.

“Yes,” I breath as his fingers graze where I want him to touch me the most.

Then, his touch is gone. My eyes meet his.

“Say it,” he insists, his voice thick and rough with his own need. “Tell me Mic. Do you want me to make you come?”

Yes, yes, that’s all I fucking want. Fuck everything else.

I nod.

“Tell me. Tell me that you want me to make you come,” he teases, but the desire in his eyes isn’t a joke. It’s raw and fierce, and it sends a shock of need through my body, causing my nipples to harden against the soft fabric of my shirt. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I…I want you to make me come,” I manage to say, feeling both embarrassed and relieved.

Pike’s smile so wicked I almost regret my admission. “Oh, Mic, what did you get yourself into?” And with those words barely out of his mouth, his lips are on mine. He rolls us so that he’s on top, settled between my legs, his fingers tangled in my hair and his mouth plundering mine like he’s a thief, stealing every second of the kiss as if I wasn’t already giving it to him willingly.

One hand cups my ass and lifts it off the bed. His hard cock rubs against my brutally swollen clit through my panties, and I moan at the sensation and he groans, the sound making me open my eyes and look up at this man whose usually very controlled, but now, with his hair mussed and that look in his burning eyes, he seems wild, like a caged animal just set free.

He strokes me again. An assault to my senses. Over and over his hard shaft thrusts against me until I’m lifting my hips on my own accord, trying to take what I need, what I can’t seem to find on my own. “Oh, no, not yet,” Pike teases, pausing his movements.

“This is a different kind of torture,” I groan.

“You don’t know shit about torture…yet,” he says, lowering himself down on my body until his face is level with the most intimate parts of me, spread open for full view. He inhales deeply, and I don’t have time to be embarrassed by what he’s just done because his mouth is on me, lightly at first, just a kiss as if he were kissing my lips. His tongue circles my clit, and he sucks ever so lightly on the sensitive flesh. He