Free Unbreakable by Alison Kent Page A

lips.
    “What’s the smile for?” he asked, his voice cracking just enough and in a way that let her know he was more worried than he was teasing.
    She never thought of doing anything but setting him at ease, and let her smile reach her eyes as she opened them. “I like you.”
    “Good to know.” He pulled out, pushed in. They both gasped, and Casper said, “You know we need to get this one over with.”
    Nodding, she bit down on her lower lip. The sooner they were out of the kitchen, the better, though she was well aware that wasn’t what he meant. They’d danced around this first time too long for it to be anything but a prelude.
    “You ready?”
    She nodded again. “Could you try not to break the table?”
    “Oh, baby. The table’s not what I’m worried about breaking.”
    “Hurry. Just hurry. I can’t wait anymore.”
    “Music to my ears,” he said, leaning over her as she wrapped her legs around him and hooked her heels in the small of his back.
    Then they fucked. There was no other word for the act between them. They did not make love, even though Faith’s heart swelled and ached from the emotional surge. They rutted like animals, coming together in the most primitive of matings Faith had ever known.
    And she loved it. She
loved
it. Every pounding slide of Casper’s cock threatened to take her apart. She felt him in her pussy and she felt him in her head. Her toes tingled and her breasts beneath her camisole ached to feel his teeth and his hands.
    But it wasn’t enough. None of it. She wanted, needed more.To see all of him naked. To know more than just his fingers and tongue and cock. To look down and see where their bodies joined, her pink flesh stretched to fit his that was similarly colored, and soft in as many ways as it was rigid.
    And his abs. His ass. His thighs. She wanted to touch all of him, explore his muscles and his skin and the spots where he found the most pleasure. She wanted him to learn her. She wanted things that wouldn’t fit on an old kitchen table, in a ranch house where her brother was sleeping upstairs.
    He was right. They had to get this one over with. And so she balanced precariously on one elbow, and hooked her other around his neck, bringing his head down to hers, his lips to hers, his tongue. He groaned into her mouth as he pushed deeper into her body, his weight pinning her, his movements rocking the table on old wooden legs Faith could only pray were built to last.
    With each stroke of his cock over her clit, her nipples hardened, and her blood rushed hot beneath the surface of her skin. The hair on her arms stood on end. The hair at her nape snapped, electricity popping in the air around them.
    Gasping, Casper pulled away, needing to breathe as he stared into her eyes, his gaze fiery and focused and full of lust and insanity. She’d thought nothing could be as crazy as her need for him. What she must look like, half naked and full of Casper Jayne without so much as a locked door to save her.
    And she didn’t even care. If that wasn’t the height of madness she didn’t know what was. She was soaring, so close to coming undone, and the things she read in Casper’s eyes pushed her to the brink. He knew it. He saw it. And he shoved hard against her, grinding and taking her over the edge.
    She cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and gripping his cock, milking him, coming all over him, holding onto the table’s edges until she thought her fingers might break. Her release coursedthrough her and she shook and shivered and knew nothing but the thrill of surrender.
    Above her, Casper grunted, rutting and grinding, shoving himself so hard against her, the table jumped. Her eyes popped open, and she watched his face, the deep grooves digging in around his closed eyes, the veins in his neck popped in relief. His mouth tight and grim as he strained, reached. His pulse ticking in his temple, a pounding drumbeat synced to his thrusts.
    He slammed into her once more, then