Free Burn for Me by Shiloh Walker Page B

was a damn near brutal sensation.
    Ali gasped as he pressed against her. Slowly, oh, so slowly, she yielded. Her breasts rose, fell against his chest in a rapid rhythm, her gaze all but blind as she stared at him.
    She was burning him. Burning him alive.
    “Burn for me,” he whispered against her mouth. “I want to feel you burn for me.”
    The silken, tight grasp of her pussy closed around him, the tissues clinging to him as he withdrew and then surged back in. Her head fell back, throat arched, the line, delicate line exposed. He skimmed it with his lips. “I love you.”
    A soft, broken cry escaped her lips.
    Why did this feel different?
    Bewildered, Ali stared into his eyes but even as she tried to understand everything shaking and rolling through her, he surged against her again. His swollen flesh rasped over sensitized tissues and he retreated, slow, almost too slow, so that she was painfully aware of the void he left behind. His gaze caught hers, held hers as he poised there, right there at her entrance.
    Then he started it all over again, a slow, deep possession, until she was full with him, stretched tight around him. The pleasure battered at her and she whimpered, twisted in his arms in a desperate attempt to get closer.
    “Burn for me,” he whispered against her mouth again, releasing her wrists and sliding his hand down to cup her cheek.
    She clutched at his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh as she clenched down around him, already feeling the orgasm gathering deep inside her. So easily. He had her so easily.
    He worked a hand between them and she keened out his name as he flicked his thumb over her clitoris. There …
    She caught her breath but then he changed his rhythm, going to shallow, teasing thrusts as he toyed with the hard little nub of flesh. “Not so fast, Ali-girl.”
    She glared at him.
    He stared back at her. The naked need, the hunger, the love she saw in his eyes left her breathless.
    Desperate, she reached for him and he came to her, his mouth slanting over hers. Sinking her teeth into his lower lip, stroking her tongue against his mouth until he opened for her, she tried to gorge on him, feast. Lose herself.
    His rhythm turned hard again, hard, heavy, driving. She arched to meet each thrust, gasping out his name and then he tensed against her.
    “Tate!”
    Abruptly, he moved—harder, faster, working one arm around her to hold her steady as he drove into her like he was trying to imprint himself on her very flesh. She loved it.
    A shriek ripped from her as the climax slammed into her. Ali hadn’t even caught her breath before his cock jerked and she felt him start to come. Moaning, she quivered around him, shaking at each rhythmic jerk of his heated length.
    “Ali…”
    Her name was a dazed, raspy murmur on his lips.
    Because she could actually say it this time without him tensing up, she turned her face into his neck. “I love you.”

Chapter Five
    The sun came up over them as he made love to her again.
    She’d lost track of how many times they’d turned to each other during the night. This might have been the sixth—she had fuzzy recollections of it happening sometime in the dark, but that might have been a blissed-out dream.
    Now, with her face pressed against the pillow and him stretched out, half-lying on top of her, half alongside, she tried to steady out her breathing.
    Her heart beat like mad and she had a feeling if she looked in the mirror, she’d see a goofy grin spreading across her face.
    It wasn’t a bad day, she decided.
    Not a bad day at all.
    She didn’t have to work.
    The kids wouldn’t be home for a while and best of all …
    “What’s the smile for?”
    That was the best of all. Tate was here.
    She cracked one eye open and saw him peering down at her. “I dunno. I’m suffering from oxygen deprivation so I’m probably delusional.”
    “Uh-huh.” He dipped his head, kissing her behind the ear and then he rolled off, settling on the bed just a