Seductive Secrecy (Shadows series) by Marni Mann Read Free Book Online Page A

that no matter how well we knew each other by now, there was still a layer of secrecy…the mystery was seductive, powerful. Erotic. But so was my desire to know the truth behind his tattoos; they served as a reminder that I still had so much to learn about him.
    When my eyes reached the end of his ink, they took in all his strength, the power I felt from him as he pushed against me. Cameron didn’t work out for as many hours as Dallas; he didn’t drink protein shakes and monitor every bite of food that went down his throat. He didn’t need to. He went to the gym in our building every morning; he ran. And he spent a great deal of time pumping into me. All of it was enough to keep him in perfect shape. His outline was molded by muscle and it was a hardness that easily held my weight and protected me whenever I was near. It dominated me in a way that I needed.
    “Take it, baby,” he mumbled with a full mouth.
    As I looked down, he glanced up and his hand moved to my lip, pulling it out from between my teeth. I didn’t realize I had been chewing it. It was my signal of surrender. I knew how close I was to giving into his demand. I may not have wanted the prolonged tease from his tongue, but I was definitely up for more of the temptation below that pressed against me.
    And as much as I lusted over this man, relived in my imagination the things he could do to my body when I wasn’t anywhere near him, it was more than just wanting to bury myself, my thoughts or my fears in an orgasm. What we had was deeper—much deeper than I’d ever gotten with anyone. Our connection was real; I had a genuine desire to be closer to him , to feel the presence of his skin without it rubbing on me, and to hear the words that poured from his mouth. And I tried to show him that by being less aggressive than I had been with everyone else, by controlling my constant urge to reach for his dick. Because of his past he only liked calculated movements, not surprised ones. I tried to honor that at all times. It meant that I let him lead our fantasies for the most part, taking the pleasure he gave me instead of initiating it.
    But tonight, I was in control and he was giving me the freedom to do whatever I wanted. So I ran my tongue over my lip, tasting the spot where his thumb had just rested. I swallowed his taste as it swirled with the small amount of liquid in my mouth. And then I placed my hands on his thighs, bearing my weight, my heels pressing into the mattress behind him, and I lowered my body, taking him completely within me.
    His head briefly fell back as I went in for my second thrust. “Your pussy is so tight. Damn, Charlie. Damn…”
    I bowed into him as his words coursed through me, resonating in the bottom of my stomach where the pulsing had begun.
    I wasn’t good at handling jealousy. I didn’t know how to truly understand and process my emotions. I wasn’t really sure what love felt like outside of what I had experienced with Emma.
    But sex? That was something that just came to me naturally.
    My hips didn’t just bob; they ground forcefully, circling him inside of me. And as my wetness spread over him, an overwhelming flutter palpitated in my core. His responses were groans. Mine matched his…though they were much higher pitched and much, much louder.
    “Fuck…me,” he breathed and his hands moved to my hips. They weren’t there to steer me; he knew I had this. A cadence came from me whenever I was on top of him, a deep steady climb and fall with each stroke. They were there for the same reason I had stabbed his shoulders earlier. It was a reaction from a feeling that took me to a place where I was no longer in control.
    He tilted his hips upward, giving me a new angle that filled me even more. It was as though he was reaching the end of me. We both felt it, the tightness when he buried himself up to his base and the emptiness when I reached the top.
    To keep me close, he wrapped my face in his palms and covered my lips with