Page 155 of Broken Trust
I tried my best to leave her be. I did. But when I heard Cabe’s truck pull up and saw her stumbling around in the dark, I couldn’t stop myself.
And the look on her face—the way she ran her nose up my throat, her hot breath bathing my skin—had me five seconds from losing control. Then she pulled that little stunt of undressing, and I was barely able to reel it in and send her to bed to sleep off the alcohol. While I headed home for my nightly ice-cold shower.
But of course, the woman couldn’t do what she was told and leave me to deal with my hard-on in peace.
I wrap an arm around her lower back and tug her inside.
She gasps, and I deepen the kiss as I guide her down the hallway.
I finally force myself from her swollen lips. Her eyes are wild and glazed over as we stare at each other.
“What do you want, Doc?”
“What?”
I step into her, and my hand slips a loose piece of hair behind her ear before cupping her jaw. “What do you want?”
Her eyes drop, and she raises her hand, her finger brushing against my bottom lip. “Your mouth,” she says.
“Where do you want it?”
Her eyes come back to mine and she whispers, “Everywhere.”
Fuck me.
I lift her off her feet and place her on the edge of the bed. She looks up at me expectantly, her long, dark lashes brushing her cheeks. And, damn, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I sink to my knees before her, my eyes never leaving hers, as my hands slowly run up her calves to her thighs until they reach the hem of her shirt.
“Arms up, baby,” I command.
She raises her arms instantly, and I pull the tee over her head and toss it to the floor.
I lean back, raking my gaze down her body. Goose bumps rise on every inch of her exposed flesh, her pink nipples harden to tight peaks, and my mouth waters.
“Lie back.”
She scoots up the mattress until her head reaches the pillows, and her whole body trembles as she watches me stand.
I crawl up her body, and she lets out a strangled moan at the first flick of my tongue against her skin. I lick my way down her throat and across her collarbone. She bows her back, and her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as I nip and suck my way to one breast. While my hand plucks and teases the other.
“Axle.”
Fuck, I’m already hard as a rock, but her moaning my name causes my cock to grow even more impatient.
I kiss and caress my way over to the other breast and give it the same attention. I’m like a starved man, unable to get his fill. Feasting on her like she’s my last meal.
Her hand slides between us, and when she runs her fingertips over the front of my boxers, my cock pulses its approval.
“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” I growl.
Without a word, she reaches inside my briefs and pulls my erection free. Her fingers wrap around me. Stroking me gently.
My balls tighten at the contact.
I bend to take her mouth again in a hard, deep kiss before kissing a trail down her abdomen to where the white lace hem hugs her hips.
I run my nose over the slip of silk before tugging it aside to find her soft pink folds glistening for me.
