Rising (Anderson Special Ops #2) - Melody Anne Page 0,59

His fingers clenched even tighter as he pushed on her flesh. She let it go on for several more passes before she let out a reluctant sigh.

“Thank you, Steve. I normally have to suffer with that for at least an hour,” she finally said, her voice raspy and full of need.

“You’re not hurting at all now?” he asked, his voice barely recognizable.

“No,” she said, which wasn’t completely true. Now she was hurting in other areas she was sure he could fix. The man had magical hands. He was probably just as good with other parts of his body as well.

He moved his hands lower, running them over her calves, then back up again, and over her thighs. This time moving higher, making a moan escape that had nothing to do with pain. She closed her eyes as his hands kept moving higher, over her trembling stomach and then to her sides, brushing against the edges of her breasts. She groaned again.

“Look at me, Erin,” he said.

With a lot of effort, she opened her eyes and found herself gazing into his lust filled face. He hovered over the top of her. “Will the pain come back?”

“It shouldn’t,” she said, not recognizing her own voice.

“Good, because all I’m thinking about right now is pleasure.”

“Me too,” she said. And then they stopped talking. He leaned down and took her mouth, his tongue sliding along the edges of her lips before moving inside, possessing her fully and instantly just the way she wanted him to.

He took caution not to put any pressure on her leg as he lay beside her, never breaking their kiss as he lifted a hand and rubbed it across her side and stomach, then flitting across the top of her core. She moaned against his mouth.

His fingers finally pressed over her breast, her nipple hard, pushing up toward him through her shirt. He rubbed his palm against her aching chest, and she arched against him, trying to align her core with his.

She reached her fingers into his hair, clasping it tight as she held him against her. She wanted him inside her, deep, deep inside. The only other time she’d had sex she hadn’t felt this need, this desire, or this ache. She knew this time would be different.

“I want to make love to you,” Steve said as he wrenched his lips from hers. “Open your eyes. Tell me you understand what I’m saying,” he demanded.

She barely cracked her eyes open, looking into the fire burning in his, making her want him even more.

“Yes, yes please,” she gasped as his fingers squeezed her nipple through her clothes.

“I’ve wanted this for too long,” he said before his lips found hers again. This time there was more heat, though it seemed impossible they could continue on like this without bursting into flames.

Erin couldn’t breathe as he kissed her while his hands roamed her body. Just when she didn’t think she could feel anything new, he took her to a whole other level, causing her to groan and reach for him, wanting something she didn’t know existed.

He broke from her lips and she moaned her disapproval until he kissed his way across her jaw and down her neck. He broke away long enough to pull off her shirt and bra in record time. Then his mouth was on her nipple and she let out a cry as he sucked hard while reaching lower and slipping his fingers inside her panties.

“Damn, Erin,” he groaned as a finger slid inside her wet heat. “So hot, so wet, so fucking tight.”

She reached down, her body taking over, letting her know what she wanted to do, even if she wasn’t experienced. She ran her fingers over the bulge in his pants and gasped at the pulsing hardness she felt beneath the denim.

He let out a groan against her nipple before he kissed his way to the other side, sucking her other breast deep in his mouth as his tongue flicked across the pebbled skin over and over again. She squeezed her fingers against his pulsing arousal, making him clamp down hard on her nipple, sending a surge of heat straight to her core as his fingers pumped in and out.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, not even knowing what she was begging for.

“Too soon,” he groaned.

“No!” she cried. “Please. I hurt.”

Those words seemed to spur him into motion. He pulled away from her, making her feel instantly cold. She reached for him, but he didn’t go far. He