Free Unbreak Me by Lexi Ryan Page A

she strokes me with those soft hands. My hands itch to dive into her hair. To touch her breasts. To dip into her and make her scream. But I clasp the edge of the counter.
    “I want to put you in my mouth.” She’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling, my cock a breath from her lips, wrapped up in her hand. “Are you safe?”
    “Safe?” I swallow hard as she strokes me again, try to blink away the haze and translate words into meanings.
    “I can get a condom for this part.”
    I tighten my grip on the counter. Because I don’t deserve the woman on her knees, offering to suck latex to get me off. “Safe,” I manage. “I haven’t been with anyone without protection for over—”
    I’m cut off by my own moan as she takes me into her mouth, gently laving the underside of my cock with her tongue. Her mouth closes around me, and I’m swallowed up by the wet, by the heat.
    I won’t close my eyes. I wouldn’t miss the sight of her swollen lips around my cock. She pulls me deep and moans softly as her mouth contracts around my shaft. She draws back and returns, draws back. I fight the instinct to rock my hips but she curls her fingers into my thighs as she opens for me, her lips nearly to the base of my shaft.
    “Maggie.” I can’t let it end like this. God, not tonight. Not yet. “Maggie.”
    I draw her up to me and kiss her.
    Her lips are red and swollen from taking me. I want to remember her like this, want to stop for a minute and memorize the lust in her eyes and the flush of her cheeks. I’m ravenous for her and need to back off a little, to slow down, but she pulls me closer and strokes me between our bodies, and I’m drowning in need.
    “Let me touch you,” I whisper.
    “Fuck me.”
    “No.” I slide my hand between her thighs where I can feel her slick and swollen even through the thin lace of her panties. I squat before her, kissing my way down her thin cotton dress as I lower myself and her panties in a single motion. I pull them off over her boots and slide them from one foot at a time.
    She tugs at my hair, drawing me up. “ Please , Asher.”
    I have to kiss her. I have to taste those lips again. I press her against the refrigerator, pictures and take-out menus flying. We’re just limbs and heat and desire. She clings to me as I rock my hand between her thighs. She draws one leg up and wraps it around my waist as I slide a finger inside her, watching her face, reveling in her slick heat.
    “You’re so damn hot, so damn sweet.”
    Her hands tug lightly at my hair, and she makes little sounds at the back of her throat. I don’t need to hear her cry of “ Please ” to know she wants more, but I resist the need to fuck, to claim, to bury myself in her.
    She’s a dream to watch. Masses of red hair, flashes of green eyes as she rolls her hips and loses herself in the pleasure I bring with my hand. I want her to break, to let go, but she’s clinging to control.
    I lower my mouth to her ear. “I don’t fuck women who belong to someone else.”
    “I don’t belong to anyone.”
    When I find her clit with my thumb, swollen and needy, she arches into me hard and her pussy squeezes me so damn beautifully as she pulses tight in orgasm.
    Twenty thuds of my heart later, I come to my senses. Here’s this woman in my arms I was so determined to treat gently. Her skirt’s bunched around her waist, and bite marks swell at her neck.
    Maybe it’s seeing that red head pressed against my chest. Maybe it’s the feel of her in my arms. Or maybe I hadn’t wanted to remember before now.
    But as I stand here, dizzy with arousal, I remember where I saw her before.
    New Hope. The river. Jesus. How had I not put it together when I first looked into those big green eyes? I couldn’t place them, and I’ve seen so many faces in my life, they all start to blend together.
    Now the words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them. “God, Maggie. I’m so sorry.”
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    Maggie
     
    He is being ridiculous.