Free Unbreakable by Alison Kent

and more and all of it now, without a single thought for the consequences.
    She didn’t move. She couldn’t move. She let him do all themoving, taking the bowl from her hands and stepping into her, his belt buckle, his hips, his thighs. Oh,
God
, his thighs. Bold and full, and so,
so
powerful as he took charge of hers.
    He was hard and strong and solid, like a tree, a brick wall, and he was heavy against her, making her feel small and precious and in more danger than she knew what to do with. Her chest shuddered with an unbearable ache, and her breasts tingled, as did her thighs, her belly, the core of her sex. His rose between them, full and thick and unapologetic, and moisture gathered at her entrance and wept from her folds.
    He lifted her to sit on the counter, slid his hands down to her thighs, then draped her legs over his forearms as he leaned his weight into his palms on the tiled surface. He bent, his lips brushing the strip of skin above the elastic of her panties, the strip of skin bared by the hem of her cami that had risen up her rib cage to her breasts.
    She let her head fall back on her shoulders. It hit the door of the cabinets behind her and she left it there, closed her eyes, covered Casper’s hands with her own and gripped him tight with trembling fingers. This was the stuff of her dreams, and she wasn’t even a dreamer, but oh,
God
, this couldn’t be real because real had never been anything like this.
    This was magic, his mouth, his breath heating her, his lips kissing and nipping, his teeth biting just hard enough to make her wince and yelp. And then he bit lower, nudging beneath the fabric of her panties to her clit and the swollen lips of her sex.
    “Mmm, yummy,” he said before he slid his tongue to separate her folds, licking and stroking until he reached her pussy’s entrance, pushing into her, then pulling out and letting her panties snap back into place.
    Then he kissed her. He stood straight, leaned in, and covered her mouth with his, showing her what she tasted like—the saltiness,the strange hint of grapefruit and musky olives, the scent of marine air. But all of that disappeared then, because this was Casper and he was kissing her, his tongue sliding against hers, his lips pressing to hers, his teeth glancing off hers with an audible click.
    She wanted to taste him, to know him and learn him, but she couldn’t think or focus. She tried so hard, but she found no purchase and could do nothing but let go and give in when he picked her up, when he turned her, when he walked them to the table where she’d shared dinner with Boone.
    She couldn’t think about that now. Wouldn’t think about that now. Not when she was sitting where Boone’s plate had been, leaning back on her elbows, her heels tucked to her hips. Not with Casper’s hands moving to his belt buckle and zipper. Not with his jeans coming down, his briefs following, his cock jutting proudly, the tip ripe and red and wet.
    “Lift up,” he said, and she did, and he tugged off her panties before he stepped between her legs.
    “What?” she asked when he stopped, a frown marring the hunger in his eyes.
    “I don’t have a condom, but I test clean. If we need to put this off—”
    She shook her head. “I’m clean. I won’t get pregnant. And if we put this off, we may never be here again.”
    He grunted, planting one hand at her hip, wrapping the other around his shaft and guiding himself into place. “Why’s that?”
    “Because once we’re done, I swear I’m going to find my lost mind.”
    His laugh cut through her, a scythe of wicked humor and grit. “Who says we’re ever going to be done?”
    Then he pushed into her, and she closed her eyes, gasped because it had been so long, and it had never
ever
been like this.He stretched her and hit bottom, and still he wasn’t done filling her with the part of him she’d wanted for so long to know. She eased into having him, relaxing, adjusting, a smile tugging at her