Free All I Want Is You (A Chester Farms Novella) by Keri Ford

hers. Teeth hit in an urgent need for more kisses, more taste, more everything.
    His jean-clad hips nestled firmly between her thighs. His member in the hard denim rested against the most sensitive spot on her body, and if her toes curled anymore, they'd surely be touching her heels. He didn't rock or thrust. Just his weight against her drove her crazy. She couldn't concentrate or even think as he settled there.
    Pressure on pressure holding her in a steady line of dying for more but not getting it had every last bit of her wound up tight. His open mouth left a trail of hot kisses down her shoulder and then he went and did it. He shifted.
    A breathless yelp launched out of her throat and she lifted her hips as he moved. A swift kiss landed on top of her breast, then on the other one. He took her in his mouth and sucked as she arched off the bed wanting more. Holy shit, she couldn't take much more of this.
    His weight was still firm against her opening, and now a hand trailed down her side sending out a wave of chills over her skin. She held him by the shoulders, trying to hold out for more as his fingertips teased. Little, patient caresses of a knuckle grazing alongside her opening. She couldn't even form the words.
    Fuzzy thoughts of wanting and needing as he took his time lightly touching over her were all she could manage. She lifted her hips and tried to force him to take more. The end of his cool fingertip finally penetrated her hot opening and she cried out with sweet relief that was chased away by a greedy plead for more.
    A plea that went unanswered as he lifted over her and sealed his mouth to hers for another heart stopping kiss. Her lungs burned to grab a deep breath of air as his kiss ended and he pushed off her. "Give me two seconds."
    Considering she couldn't even feel her legs, she wasn't going anywhere. If she thought there was a chance she could manage to walk, it would be to follow him into the bathroom. His jeans landed on the floor in the bathroom doorway and the sound of foil ripping signaled what she'd been wanting more than anything.
    He stepped back into the room and she was pretty sure she swallowed her tongue. She knew a little of what to expect with his chest and abs. She'd seen him in tight t-shirts. The long, firm rod extending from the dark hair at the base of his hips wasn't what she'd pictured through his jeans. With that in his pants, it was a wonder he'd managed to keep them on as long as he had.
    He crawled across the bed and lowered to kiss on her shoulder and chest again. The tip of him pressed against her and she lifted her hips trying to bring him in, but he held back. He combed hair from her face and his nose hovered right over hers. "Last chance to change your mind."
    God, if they stopped now, she'd likely break down and cry. "I want you."
    He eased forward, pressing in, then back out. Then again, and again. Belatedly, she realized a whimper escaped her with each pull. His arms braced on either side of her head shook. His eyes were tightly shut and a grunt escaped as he pressed in. His hips came down close enough that she wrapped her legs about his waist and trapped him from pulling back.
    His lids lifted to reveal his darkened gaze and he pressed down, taking what was left of her breath as his hips met hers. He started slow and his thrusts built. He lowered over her, his forehead tucked against the nape of her neck.
    Sweat dampened between her stomach and his as she lifted to meet his strokes. Everything in her centered down to a knot that wound tighter and tighter. She leaned back to get a breath of air and held him as thrusts continued grinding against that sweet spot. Grunts and moans echoed in the room. His. Hers. She wasn't sure where one ended and another began. She reached overhead and held the bottom of the headboard and squeezed him with her back arched as far as she could. Pressure built with the increasing speed of her pulse and at last it all shattered. Feathery pieces of