Captive by Brenda Rothert Read Free Book Online Page B

“Baby, it’s been so long … Jesus, I love it when you hum like that. I think I’m gonna blow a hole through the back of your head.”
    I cupped his balls in my hand and squeezed gently. This was the trigger that got him off every time. He yelled out my name and swore so loudly I was glad the apartment was soundproof. His body tensed and I drank him in eagerly.
    His muscles fell slack and I moved back, seeing that he was gripping the island counter for support.
    “Fucking hell.” He exhaled deeply and smiled. “That was incredible.”
    I smiled and stood up. Ryke pulled me back against his chest, his powerful arms enveloping my small body. It had been so long since I’d felt his warm, bare body against mine this way. I closed my eyes and snuggled against him.
    “Are you hungry?” I asked softly. “We can eat.”
    “Yeah, I’m hungry,” he said, leaning back. I could tell by the gleam in his eye he wasn’t talking about stir-fry.
    “I’m not back on the pill yet,” I said, bending down to retrieve my nightshirt. When I stood, his gaze raked over me in a dark, sexual way that told me only I could sate his hunger.
    “When will you be?”
    “Um … I have my six-week checkup Tuesday, and I’ll get my pills then. But … are you … ? I mean, that was good for you … right?”
    The lust in his eyes cooled a little and he stepped closer, resting his hands lightly on my hips.
    “You were perfect. I just need more of you. I feel … frustrated.” He smiled. “You like that, right, when I just say how I’m feeling?”
    “Yes, and I’m sorry.” I ran my fingers over the hard, thick lines of his biceps. “Of course you’re frustrated. It’s been almost six weeks. Anytime you want a blowjob, tell me.”
    His hands slid from my hips to the silky fabric of my panties, and he sank his fingers into my ass cheeks. I couldn’t help it, I moaned a little.
    “This whole thing has been brutal, baby. I wanted the baby, too, but seeing you hurt and not being able to fix it is killing me. I’ve got this constant pressure in my chest and it fucking hurts. I have to get it out, so I’m kicking ass on the ice. But I’m being a dick to people, too.”
    “I’m sorry—”
    “Stop saying that!” His eyes darkened and he closed them, taking a deep breath. “You haven’t done anything to be sorry for. And it won’t get better if you blow me every day. I need the connection to you we only get from sex. It’s the way I love you.”
    “I miss it, too,” I admitted. His hands slid up to the waistband of my panties and he edged his fingers inside, his fingertips raking down in a smooth path that bared me to him completely.
    “We can make due til we’re safe,” he said, lifting my hips in a swift motion and setting me on the island. “But I’m not waiting any longer to feel you come.”
    He slid my legs apart and bent down, his eyes never leaving mine. When he pushed my thighs back with his shoulders, I leaned on my hands, the feel of his breath on my skin making me break out in goosebumps.
    “Oh, God, Ryke.” I shivered, unprepared for this. I hadn’t had a bikini wax in … way too long, and I was so exposed by the light from the two globes above the island. The closer his breath got to my apex, the more I tensed with apprehension.
    “I’ve missed that sound,” he murmured, his lips dropping to kiss my inner thigh. “The way you say my name.”
    He blew a light, warm breath on my skin, making me quiver like nothing ever had. It was a new sensation, and when his breath reached the opening caused by my spread thighs, I cried out loudly and my legs tensed around his neck.
    “Ah! Ryke!” I was whimpering, dizzy with arousal so intense I wasn’t sure I could stand it. My body was so sensitive after six weeks of nothingness. His warm breath caressed me over and over, until I had to thrust my hips forward and reach him.
    With a low sound of satisfaction, he ran his tongue up the line of my opening. My back