Free Jagged Hearts by Lacey Thorn Page B

shoulder. He traced her collarbone with his tongue then ran kisses along the side of her right breast before nipping and sucking across the lower curve to the other side.
    “Bare.” She moaned his name, arching her breasts up as if pleading for his touch. Who was he to deny?
    He lifted his head and licked his lips as he eyed the tightly pebbled, pink nipples. With a groan, he shifted lower until he could flick his tongue over one hard point. She cried out, one hand lifting to cup the back of his head and urge him closer.
    “More,” she begged.
    He teased it again and again then gave in and took it between his teeth, nipping lightly before sucking it into the warmth of his mouth and plying it with his tongue. She thrashed and cried out, rubbing her body wantonly against his where he lay between her thighs. He felt the heat and moisture of her pussy against his stomach and pressed his cock against the mattress in response.
    He worked his way over to the other nipple and treated it to the same lavish loving. He could spend hours worshipping at her breasts, but doubted either of them could handle that right now. The need was too strong, and they’d both waited far too long for this moment. He knew she hadn’t been with anyone else in the last five years. He wondered if she even had a clue that he hadn’t either.
    He left her breasts and kissed his way over her abdomen. There were faint lines where he knew she’d felt the wicked edge of a blade that night, and he placed soft kisses on each of them. She shuddered again, and he glanced up to make sure she was okay. It was only desire he saw there and not a return to the nightmare.
    He eased lower, wiggling his body until his feet and part of his calves hung off the end of the bed. He jerked the gusset of her panties aside and felt primal when he heard the material rip at his touch. Her lips were swollen, glistening with the proof of how much she wanted this, wanted him, and he leaned closer to kiss them. Both her hands buried in his hair, and her hips rose to meet him.
    He gave the material another hard tug and felt it completely give on one side. He lifted his head just long enough to grasp the material on her other hip and rip it as well then he tugged the damaged lace away, tossing it over the side of the bed. He braced one arm along her stomach, using his fingers to spread her lips and reveal the hardened kernel of her clitoris. He dipped his tongue into her opening, swirling it and gathering her juice before sliding it up between her folds to circle the nub.
    “Bare!” Paisley screamed his name, and it made him feel like a god. She rocked her pussy against his face, seeking more.
    He didn’t intend to disappoint. He licked and sucked and worked her into a frenzy before slipping a finger into her channel and pumping it. She moaned and thrashed, chanting his name then interspersing a few “Oh, God’s” in there. She was close. He felt it in the trembling of her thighs and stomach. Heard it in the way her breathing changed, coming faster, heavier.
    “Bare! I’m coming! Oh, God! I’m coming, Bare!”
    He grunted against her, adding another finger and sucking her clit hard between his teeth. She bucked against his face then thrust high and held her folds pressed to him while she wailed loud enough to wake the whole fucking house. Hell, yeah! Though if Gilly, Jagger or Seth thought to bust in and interrupt them, Bare would be hard pressed not to kill them.
    Her pussy clenched and rippled around his fingers, her juices spilling out. He switched fingers and mouth, lightly rubbing his thumb over her clit while his tongue pumped her channel, lapping up every bit of juice she gave. She shuddered, body shaking as she came back down. He felt her go lax and turned his face to place a sucking kiss against the inside of her thigh before painfully rising from the bed.
    One hand automatically reached for his dick, gripping the shaft and squeezing to hold back the fire racing down