Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted #2) - Shayla Black Page 0,43
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Right or wrong, sin or not, Pierce was exactly where she wanted him.
Brea clutched his steely shoulders under his black formfitting shirt and let her fingers roam his strong, broad back. Then she wriggled and swayed to entice him closer as she lost herself in his dizzying kiss.
Everything about him made her feel female—sensual, adored, vulnerable. Every time he came near her, her skin awakened and her heart raced. She ached. Even now, she was acutely aware of his shirt sliding slickly over her sensitive nipples. The rough cotton canvas of his khakis abraded the insides of her thighs. She wrapped her leg around his calf and slid her toes against the thick leather of his combat boots as she lifted her hips in entreaty.
“Fuck,” he growled as he ground his thick erection right where she needed him most. “Every time I get my hands on you, all my good intentions go out the window.”
She knew exactly what he meant. Until he’d barged into the beauty shop, she’d meant to put him out of her life and walk the straight-and-narrow for her baby’s sake. That meant marrying Cutter. That meant giving up on love. But every time she found herself near Pierce Walker, she got weak and all her good intentions ended up paving her road to hell.
He toed off his boots, fisted his shirt at his nape and tore it free, then dropped his hands to his fly. As he unbuttoned his pants, his knuckles brushed the aching bud between her legs. She let out a breathy, pleading groan.
He focused his black eyes on her, then raked merciless fingers through her folds. “Oh, fuck. You’re wet and swollen.”
Approval roughened his voice. Pleasure jolted her.
But when he settled his thumb over her throbbing button and rubbed, bliss became wrenching torment. Her breathing turned choppy. She bit her lip to hold in a cry. “You do that to me.”
“I’m not even a little bit sorry. You arouse the hell out of me, too, baby. When I look at you, every shred of IQ I have rushes down to my cock. I don’t care that you make me stupid. I’ll do anything to fuck you.”
That shouldn’t warm her or make her feel so wanted. But it did. She loved his single-minded focus on her pleasure.
No, he hadn’t talked about tomorrow or being a part of his baby’s life or anything remotely practical. But when he slid a pair of his big fingers inside her and rubbed at a sensitive spot, her eyes widened, her breath hitched, and she let go of everything except her undeniable attachment to this man who literally held her in the palm of his hand.
“Pierce. Oh! That feels so…”
“Good?” he murmured against her ear. “Yeah, that’s it. Grind on my fingers. I love to make you hot and watch all your good-girl decorum give way to begging, leg-spreading need.”
He had the filthiest mouth—and she’d never imagined she would like that in a man. But on Pierce, she loved it.
When she was in his arms, she barely recognized herself. He seemed to know exactly where, when, and how to touch her. He understood her body far better than she did. He’d introduced her to a part of herself she hadn’t known existed. She couldn’t unknow it now. She didn’t want to.
“How do you do this to me?” Brea clung as her need gathered, thickened, sharpened.
“Do what? Ramp you up? Make you pant? Remind you that you’re mine?”
“Yes,” she said into his skin as she opened her lips over the hard cap of his shoulder.
His salty musk pervaded her nose and revved her heart as his maleness glazed her tongue. Her need kindled hotter. She laved him again before nipping his hard flesh with her teeth.
He tossed his head back with a hiss and shoved his digits even deeper. “Oh, yeah… Sink your teeth into me, pretty girl. Fuck. Take what’s yours. Show me you’re as hungry as this little pussy tightening on my fingers.”
His words speared her with savage need. She bit down again, this time sinking her teeth into the muscle between his shoulder and neck. Then she sucked frantically.
Pierce went taut with a growl. “If you keep it up, I’m going to shove every inch of my cock deep and fuck you now.”
“Please.” Her body jolted and pinged. Her blood raced. Her restless, hollow desperation for the climax he’d dragged her to the edge of made her claw at him in silent demand.