Free Head Above Water (Nightshade MC Book 4) by Shannon Flagg Page B

to the button fly of her jeans.
    Drea moved with him as he stepped forward, propelling them towards the bed. She felt herself falling for only a second before her back hit the mattress. She lifted her hips to let Monroe ease the denim over them. “You've got too many clothes on,” she pointed out to him as she propped herself up on her elbows.
    “Do I? Sorry.” He grinned as he took a step back from the bed and took off his shirt.
    Drea took in the sight of him. She'd wondered about his ink, only getting a glimpse at something on his upper arm, but otherwise there was nothing visible. It seemed the large cross on his arm was all he had. He dropped his jeans, and her attention shifted. Monroe was already hard. She'd felt as much when they were kissing, but the sight of him sent a tremor of need from her toes up.
    He started for the bed, stopped to turn back to where he'd left his jeans. “Can't forget these.” He tossed a strip of condoms onto the bed. There were three of them, so Drea figured he was either really confident or really cautious; either way she figured that she was going to come out a winner.
    Drea sat up, reached behind her to unhook her bra. She took it off and tossed it towards the rest of her clothes. Now that she was fully exposed to him, nerves roared to life, especially when he said nothing, just stared down at her.
    Time seemed to slow and stretch. Drea didn't know if it had been five minutes, an hour or only seconds before Monroe finally moved. He joined her on the bed, his body covering hers. At first, she couldn't breathe; she thought it was because of his weight but realized it was because she wasn't breathing. She ordered herself to relax, to enjoy the moment.
    His hands were on her again. It was hard to think surrounded by him, but she gripped him tighter, held on as his mouth found hers once again. He was a good kisser, forceful without being overbearing, and the things he did with his tongue sent a flash of heat to her core.
    Drea shifted beneath him, wrapped one leg over his and rolled her hips. Monroe let out a groan. She could feel him against her, hard and hot. She'd have begged, except she'd clearly told him that she wouldn't. The need was so intense, more intense than anything she could remember.
    She whimpered and arched her body as his attention shifted to her breasts. First it was just his fingers, but then his mouth closed around her. Drea arched her back to give him more access to her. She felt his hand slide down her body, over her stomach to the soft triangle of curls between her legs. His teeth scraped along her nipple as he dipped a finger into her heat. Through a haze, she heard him grunt. Her head fell back and everything was bright, almost too bright.
    “You still with me?” His voice was low and rough with need. “Do you need to stop?”
    “No. Don't.” Drea flexed her body against his. The movement drove his finger deeper. “Oh!”
    “Is that good?” he said with a chuckle. “How about this?”
    Drea cried out as he slid another finger inside of her. Her hips took on a life of their own, driving herself down over and over. He curled his fingers, hit a spot she hadn't known existed. The feeling combined with his mouth back to work on her nipple was too much to deny. “Monroe!” Her head fell back, her body went rigid, and then she was coming harder than she had ever before.
    “I need to be in you the next time that you do that,” he growled.
    Drea shifted her legs open wider as he sat back. She watched him roll on the condom, glad that he'd remembered because she'd surely forgotten. In fact, if he'd have pushed himself inside of her without anything on, she wouldn't have protested. The need she felt for him was so great that it scared her a little.
    There was no time to dwell on thoughts of fear as he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. Drea felt a burst of pressure, it had been a while, as he thrust into her slowly. “Look at me,” he demanded. Drea