She's Mine - Jenika Snow Page 0,46

tongue along the column of her throat and groaned deeply. “Like vanilla.”

Moisture pooled from her pussy, soaking her panties.

“I could spend all night just dragging my tongue all over you, memorizing every inch of your soft flesh… making you mine.” He moved his mouth back to the corner of hers, and whispered, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

She couldn’t form a single word, not with the fire engulfing her. She did nod though, a mewl slipping from her when his tongue came out and slid along her lower lip.

“You like being mine.” He didn’t phrase that as a question. It was a bone-deep declaration. And he sounded proud at the fact. He traced her lips with his tongue over and over again until she quivered for him. “You like knowing that if any asshole fucks with you, I’ll break their bones.”

God.

His words turned her on even more.

“I’m so obsessed with you,” he murmured, seemingly to himself. “You’re all I think about, all I want.” His voice was like an aphrodisiac, one that had her pressing her breasts against his chest harder and silently pleading for more.

He gripped her ass and squeezed the mounds. A moan slipped from her as his fingers dug between the crease of her bottom and curled inward.

He growled. “You’re mine. Only mine.” When he gripped the edge of her shirt and slowly dragged it up her body, it was torture all in itself.

When he tossed the shirt to the side, she went for her jeans, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. The sound was so loud in the small confines of her room, intensifying and heightening everything.

And then Keira stood in nothing but her plain white bra and panties, wishing she had undergarments that were more appealing than what she currently owned.

But the way he looked her up and down made it clear he liked what he saw just fine.

“God, you are so fucking gorgeous, Keira.” He lifted a hand and ran it over his jaw, breathing out when he let his arm fall back to his side.

She liked the way he looked at her and loved the things he said. He made her feel alive in a way that wasn’t her inhaling, wasn’t her heart beating. It went deeper than anything she could ever imagine.

She wanted to be beneath him, on top of him, and any other way he saw fit.

“Reese.” His name was this harsh groan from her. She reached out for his shirt, tugged on the edge, and he helped her by tearing it off over his head and tossing it aside.

This was the first time she had an unobstructed view of his chest, and God what a beautiful chest it was. Even in the darkness, she could make out the individual lines and shapes of his lean strength.

Hard, defined muscle over smooth, hairless skin.

“I want to go slow, baby. I really do, but if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself.”

She didn’t want him to control himself.

Tearing her focus away from his rippling abs and pecs, Keira looked into his face. Shadows hid him partially, but she could still see his eyes, and what she saw in them had her reaching behind her and unhooking her bra before letting it fall to the ground. While keeping eye contact, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pushed them down her thighs.

The air was cold, and her nipples hardened further. But it wasn’t the chill in the room that had her body reacting like this. It was the way he watched her, like he was starving and he wanted to devour her.

He smoothed his hand over his mouth again, his eyes roaming over every exposed inch of her.

“Keira,” he all but moaned her name. “Even in my fucking fantasies, I never envisioned you looking this good.”

He quickly undid his belt and popped the button free on his jeans before sliding the zipper down. He took his boxer briefs down with his pants, and then he was standing before her. He was all hard, aroused, naked male flesh.

Looking her fill sounded like a good idea, especially when her gaze went lower until she was staring at the massive length standing hard and at attention between his thighs.

“Come here, baby.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her forward before she could obey. He then slipped his other hand through her hair, tilting her head back so her throat was bared.

His