Twisted Love (Modern Romance #3) - Piper Lawson Page 0,70

some of the wetness from between her thighs and slide it farther back. When I press there, she stiffens, turning to look over her shoulder.

“This okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. It’s new, but I trust you.”

Fuck, that turns me on.

I want to give her an experience she’s never had.

“Tell me how it feels.” I press against her, gently but firmly, until my finger slips inside.

Daisy sucks in a breath. “Weird.”

Her honesty is a turn on. So is the color of her skin, the flush that tells me she’s as in this as I am.

“Give it a sec,” I murmur. “Then tell me if it’s weird good or weird bad.”

I stroke my other hand up her side, teasing her breast, her nipple, until she’s arching into me.

I play with her breast and her ass, feeling her body tighten around my cock and my finger.

“Weird good,” she sighs.

That’s my girl. I adore this woman even more than I did a second ago as I work another finger in next to the first.

Her groan is sexy as hell.

I love seeing her like this, her body spread out before me like an offering.

I fuck her, each stroke taking a lifetime, until she pants in frustration.

I laugh under my breath. “For a woman who said you liked it slow, you seem to be a walking contradiction.”

“It’s not a contradiction. It’s an exception.” Her voice is rough and breathy.

“How do you figure?” I ask teasingly as I work her over, my hips rolling as I give us both satisfaction and delay it, take it away. It’s motion and stillness, an exquisite dance that tortures me as much as her.

“Because it’s you, and I like you every way.”

I can’t hold back. I flip her over so she’s facing upright.

“What’s wrong?” she murmurs. Her eyes shine, so close to mine I can see every fleck in them.

“Nothing. Want to see your face,” I respond, positioning myself at her entrance again so I can sink inside.

But that’s only part of it.

Her expression when I fill her is exactly what I needed. She’s in this moment every bit as much as I am. And I’m forced to admit the truth. I want her here.

Not only under me, surrounding me, but in my bed, in my life, in my business.

Tris is right. I’m fucking in love with her.

I’m not falling, I’ve fallen. Past tense.

Now I’m here, at the bottom of some chasm I never asked for, and the most messed up part is…

I don’t want to leave.

I’ve never trusted anyone like that, but with her, I want to. We’ve been through it all together. It only makes sense, as much as any of this does.

So I show her with my hands and my body. When she gets close, I kiss her deep enough to swallow her moans.

“Say my name,” she whispers against my lips.

I do.

I say it once.

Then again, and again, in time with my strokes. Every time I do, she trembles, as much from my words as my body.

Fuck, I love this woman. How I denied it so long, I have no idea.

But that thought chases me right to the brink as I chase her, and when she comes, shaking hard around me and digging her heels into my ass and her nails into my shoulders, I’m helpless to do anything but follow.

When we’re finally sated, I get up and toss the condom then return to bed. She's already shifting toward the edge.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I demand, an edge creeping into my voice.

Daisy looks at me, caught. “Getting water."

“Yeah, no.” I drag her back against my chest. “Anything you need, I’ll get it for you.”

Her eyes shine. “Anything?"

"Name it. Clothes. Trips. Jewelry." As I say the words, I realize I mean every one.

She pretends to consider. "Still… just the water.”

“Smartass.” I mess her hair before leaving to retrieve a glass.

"With ice?" she calls down the hall.

I shake my head as I stand in my now-dark kitchen, the only light the glowing blue from my ice and water dispenser as I fill her glass.

Fuck, this woman destroys me.

Because she means it. She wants nothing from me except me, and I’ve never experienced that, never knew it was something I craved until now.

When I return, I watch her drink as she watches me, her eyes full of a satisfaction I want to memorize. The moment she sets down the glass, I shift into bed and pull her back against me. She curls into me, and I settle my arm over hers,