Shattered (Anderson Special Ops #4) - Melody Anne Page 0,46

what he planned on doing with the rest of her body, and the blood rushing through her veins in response told her the answer had to be a firm yes.

When he shifted to the side, his hand slid beneath the soft sweater she wore, and she quivered against him. His fingers danced over the top of her blouse, gently moving along the plane of her stomach before going higher.

As his kiss continued on and on, not stopping even long enough for her to draw a needed breath, she reached for him with her entire body, writhing, angling, desperate for him to move his hand up a few more inches.

Her nipples tightened as they anticipated the healing touch of his palms running over them. And he didn’t disappoint. With a sureness she was learning was deep-seated in Smoke’s very nature, he slid his hand inside her bra, his fingers as hungry as his mouth against her skin.

He roamed over the mound of her breast, his palms soothed her nipples, making her back arch as she reached for him. She was desperate to have his flesh against hers, to feel nothing between them. She was caving fast into this need for a man she’d decided she wasn’t going to be with again.

Her fingers wound into his short-cropped hair, and she tugged hard. All she could feel was a burning need, and if he didn’t make the ache go away, she was afraid she’d melt where she was and exist no more.

The stubble on his jaw scratched her smooth cheek. Tomorrow his mark would be left on her cheeks for all the world to see, but she didn’t care. Let them think what they wanted. As long as he pleasured her, nothing else mattered. Nothing existed beyond the two of them and their overpowering desire.

His fingers finally tightened around her swollen nipple as he pinched the sensitive flesh. She desperately wanted his mouth where his fingers were, wanted his kiss to extend over the rest of her body. She was his, and he could do with her what he wanted.

With a low growl in his throat, Smoke withdrew his hand, making her whimper against his mouth. He began kissing her jaw and neck, and then lower as he pulled up her shirt exposing her chest. He looked up as his mouth hovered over her aching breast, his heated gaze capturing her half-closed eyes. She was in a trance and couldn’t understand why he’d stopped kissing her.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as the look in his eyes made her fly higher. It was both a relief and a cause of pain as he rolled her nipple tightly between his fingers, making her core pulse with need.

When he’d tugged and teased and nibbled and licked her nipples enough to make her scream, he moved on, his hand drifting down her body. He swiftly undid the button and zipper of her jeans, and she didn’t so much as think of protesting. When he slipped inside the snug material to conquer the insignificant obstacle of her silk panties, she gasped.

Amira arched into Smoke when he found the place where she ached most, and he rubbed his fingers against her. He moved his lips up her neck and captured her mouth again as he stroked her heated flesh, sending her higher and higher.

This man could play with her all he wanted, as long as he continued building the flames of desire the way he was. There was nothing unsure about Smoke’s technique. She sought completion in his arms.

Flicking his fingers across her swollen bud, he whispered, “Let go.” His kiss deepened, and he grabbed her tongue with his lips and sucked as his fingers dove into the slick folds of her body.

She did as he asked — she let go, exploding in his arms. Trembling as she slowly drifted back down to him, Amira was barely coherent. When the trembling stopped, she opened her eyes and gazed at him. Intense heat looked back at her from his dark brown eyes, but deep satisfaction also burned within his depths.

“We’re only just starting, Amira. I’m leaving to give you something to think about. You can have all of me as soon as you quit fighting it.”

She didn’t understand what he was saying. She was a puddle at his feet, that’s what she was.

“Goodnight.”

With that he pushed open her door, gave her body a little shove, then pulled it shut as soon as she was inside. She leaned against the door as she