The Promise of Surrender by Liliana Hart Read Free Book Online Page B

heat, even through the denim that separated them.
    Her nails bit into his shoulders and she cried out as he pressed against her. He slid a finger down her backside, over the tight bud of her anus to the creamy folds of her pussy. And then he slid a finger inside and felt her unravel in his arms.
     
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    Every nerve in her body was screaming for more—for him to fill her completely. But even that small touch was enough to give her some relief from the glorious pleasure that had been building inside her all day. It had been too long since she’d felt Zeke hot and hard against her.
    She’d always been a sexual creature, needing release like some needed food. But she’d long since grown tired of the toys she kept in her nightstand drawer or her own fingers. There was nothing quite like the feel of a hard body pressing you into a mattress. 
    Heat infused her and a startled cry escaped from her lips as a small orgasm ripped through her body. Her clit was swollen and rubbed against him, and she moved her hips, hoping to draw it out. But the quick release trailed off before it had barely begun and left her wanting more.
    “God, Zeke. More. I’m going to go crazy if I don’t have all of you.”
    Her hands grasped at his shirt, pulling at it until it was over his head and tossed on the floor. She wanted to feel him flesh to flesh—the hard contour of muscles beneath her fingers. He was always so fun to touch—to look at. The shadows cast his face in a savage light, the dark scruff of his beard a contrast to his chiseled cheekbones and square jaw. He was, quite simply, beautiful.
    His hands tightened on her ass and her legs wrapped like a vise around him, looking for another quick thrill before they got down to serious business. No one could command her body like he could—a maestro of touch, building crescendo after crescendo until she screamed at the pinnacle of pleasure.
    He moved quickly toward the bedroom and jerked back her comforter, laying her down on the cool white sheets. He discarded her shirt and looked his fill. His finger touched the scar just above her breast and his face darkened. If that scar was just a hair to the left she wouldn’t be here. And she realized it was the first time he’d seen her naked since she’d gotten it.
    She felt exposed, even though he’d seen her laid out before him a thousand times before, but that thought quickly passed as his eyes darkened with desire and his breathing grew heavy. His finger trailed from the scar down to the rosy tip of her breast and she felt powerless beneath his touch. And then she remembered that she wasn’t without her own brand of power.
    “Mmm, you’re bigger than I remember,” she said, eyeing his broad chest with appreciation.
    “Working out becomes an obsession when you don’t have a personal life.”
    Her hands skimmed up her stomach slowly and his eyes followed, until she was cupping her breasts. They were full and heavy and ached with the need for his mouth. She tweaked her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and moaned as frissons of pleasure went straight to her clit.
    “Christ, Mia. You’ll make me come before I can get inside of you.”
    “Better hurry and get inside of me then,” she dared.
    “Witch.” He loomed over her, the muscles in his arms bulging as he supported himself. And then he lowered his head and his tongue flicked a rigid nipple before taking it in his mouth completely. Her back arched as she pressed against him, her hands holding the back of his head so he’d never leave her.
    He blew a cool stream of air across her nipple and she shivered in response. “I once could make you come just by touching you here,” he said. “They’re so sensitive. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
    “I’d rather feel you inside me,” she panted as his teeth clamped down on a nipple. The sizzle rippled through her nervous system, and her clit throbbed with the pounding beat of her heart. She shivered and