The Glass Secret (Chain of Secrets) by Leilani Bennett Read Free Book Online Page B

assumed it was a bruise he referred to. His fingers slightly touched the edge of my cheek. The sensation caused a small dull pain amongst pleasure, making me gasp inwardly.
    “Not so much,” I replied.
    He softly kissed the tender spot near my eye. His lips traveled along my hairline, down to my earlobe, causing tingles to trace over me. As his lips washed over me, my body gave into the idea of letting him have his way with me, but my mind and heart were at polar opposites. The caveat to giving in completely was when I caught in his eyes a painful longing, the same woebegone longing that I understood, all too well, and knew I had felt somewhere in time before these moments. It was then I surrendered to him without equivocation. It was then I lost all or what little self-control I had left.
    Everything in that moment escaped me, all but the man who held me in his arms, near to his massive chest, breathing deeply. A feeling of strong want soared in me. His lips brushed over my shoulders and traced down my neck to the swell of my breasts. He kissed my pink nipples, tantalizing them with small scraping bites. I coiled into the pleasure-inducing aphrodisiac created by the skin of his teeth. The delicate pain transcended into bliss.
    He peppered soft kisses down the length of my stomach, around my navel and between my thighs to that sweet spot. Moisture released from within me as he teased, taunted, and relished all of me. His tantalizing touches stimulated sensations that traveled to my heart and back to the heat of me. I curled my fingers into his flesh, never breaking physical contact with him. From beneath his dark lashes, his eyes intermittently flashed into mine.
    The pleasure grew to the point where I was in absolute need of him. I needed to see the look in his eyes. My hands reached down to his face, drawing him up to mine. I held him steady. Eye-to-eye. Face-to-face.
    His eyes spoke to me. I recognized he was a man of honorable intentions, but who was he? Did I say honorable? Having sex with a man I didn’t know anything about might not have been considered honorable, more like a dichotomy of two extremes—dangerous and exciting. What did he want other than to seduce me? Then again, it did not matter in the moment. Any lingering doubts I had shattered like glass.
    The words ‘trust me’ flashed in my mind. He had silently summoned me to believe. Instantly, I trusted him with my heart, my body, and I moaned cravingly, “I need you.”
    Our lips met on his silence caveat. Once again, his mouth engaged with mine. His lips were soft, firm, and contrasted with the unshaven whiskers on his face that brushed against my flushed cheeks. His tongue parted my lips, pushed in deeper, probing every inch of my mouth as his fingers moved in sync with the rasp of his tongue, raising the intensity of my longing.
    I twisted my fingers into his thick black waves. Our naked bodies entangled, drenched in our pheromones. Bare, flesh glistening with passion. Funny thing was, I had not noticed when he undressed. I’m not sure how I missed the chance to see him fully exposed, naked, with his hard muscles expanding in all directions. He must have had me preoccupied in the throes of passion. He unquestionably did. His body was of a soccer player’s, not bulked up with muscle and (sorry) fat like some heavy weight linebackers are in football, but lean, agile and fierce.
    Against my belly, I could certainly feel every inch of him alert and erect. I was keenly aware of every one of his touches, memorizing every detail of his face and the scent that emanated off his skin. The sound of his heartbeat, next to mine, pulsed with the rhythm of the rain.
    My body behaved wanton of him. All of him. I flung my arms around the broad span of his back, embracing him tightly. I couldn’t get close enough to him. My fingertips wisped down his back and around to his flat washboard abs that sinfully melted into the most defined V-cut that I had ever seen on a