Page 116 of Shatter

I unbutton her jeans, slowly, and drag them down her legs with her underwear.

She steps out of them.

She's bare from the waist down, bent over my workbench in my T-shirt, and the sight of her punches the air out of my lungs.

I run my palms up the backs of her thighs.

Over the curve of her ass and back down.

She shivers and pushes back into my hands.

I slide two fingers between her legs, and she's soaked, hot and ready.

She moans my name and rocks back against my hand.

"Fuck." My voice drops into something rough. "Look at you. You're dripping for me."

"Espen." She's panting. "Please."

I shove my jeans down my hips.

My cock is so hard it aches, and out of pure habit, my hand goes to my back pocket for my wallet.

Her hand shoots back and catches my wrist.

She pulls my hand back to her hip and pins it there.

"No." She looks at me over her shoulder, flushed and fierce. "Nothing between us. I want all of you."

My breath stops.

"Anni." I can barely get it out. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure." She pushes back against me, her ass pressing into my cock. "I want to feel all of you. Now."

I take hold of myself and drag the head of my cock through her, slow, and she gasps.

Then I push inside, bare.

Gods.

Slick and so tight she grips me like a fist, nothing between us, every inch of her wrapping around me as I sink in slowly.

I have to stop halfway, my forehead dropped against her shoulder blade and my weight braced on her hips.

"Fuck." I breathe it into her back. "Fuck, Anni. You feel..."

I can't finish it.

She rocks back and takes the rest of me, and we both groan, long and low.

I don't move.

I stay buried in her, shaking, my fingers digging into her hips, and I feel her pulse around me, her body stretching to take me.

"Move." She reaches back and grips my thigh. "Espen. Move."

I pull back, slow, almost all the way out, and I watch myself slide out of her, slick and shining under the work light.