Free Passion Awakened by Jessica Lee Page A

closed, squeezing them tight. Focus. She had to focus and savor every
moment, every touch.
    “Make love to me,” she uttered in response, her voice hoarse
with emotion. “Here. Now. Don’t think about tomorrow.” She wrapped her legs
around him. “Only about this.” Shayla maneuvered her head around until her
mouth met Creed’s. She licked the seam once, and he opened. Yes, exactly what
she’d wanted. Shayla dove inside, and his taste exploded over her tongue.
    Sweet and savory.
    And so addictive.
    She moaned, struggling against the hold on his wrists. Dying
to get her hands next to his skin, his cock.
    “Not so fast,” Creed said, breaking away from their kiss.
His commanding tone held a hint of teasing sexuality. He snagged her gaze.
“Remember, I have a lesson to teach.” A smoky, lust-filled haze clouded his
irises. “And I have you right where I want you.”
    A rush of heat pooled in her groin and her womb clenched.
“Yes, you do.” She licked her lips.
    In a pace that had her mad with anticipation, Creed released
her wrists and slid his palms up the undersides of her arms. By the time he
reached her shoulders, her breathing had reduced to hard pants.
    “Creed,” she moaned and began to lift her arms from the
grassy bank.
    “Shh.” Gently, he pressed them down. “Don’t move.” Creed
eased back and trailed one hand down between her breasts. “Let me have you like
this.”
    Then, one by one, he plucked the buttons free that held her
blouse together. “All mine,” he rasped and tugged back the material, exposing
the black lace of her bra. A groan rumbled from his throat. “I don’t think I
could ever get enough of you.”
    Under his perusal and the power of his words, her nipples
hardened into taut buds, sending shivers of electricity arrowing from her
breasts to her clit.
    “I love the way you look at me.” She had to say it. No one
had ever looked at her the way he did. She’d always considered herself a little
overweight and not what any man would consider beautiful. But when Creed said
it and stroked her with his gaze, he made her believe.
    “Trust me,” he glanced up from under the thick fan of dark
lashes shadowing his cheeks, “the pleasure is all mine.” His gaze shifted back
to his task and he sprung the clasp to the hook holding her breasts in check.
The bra fell away and Creed pushed aside the last remnants of cotton covering
her torso.
    Creed leaned in, scooping both her breasts into his hands,
and…worshiped them. It was the only suitable word she could conjure to describe
the action. Over and over he massaged, licked and sucked the sensitive flesh
until she writhed underneath him, unable to stand another second without him
inside. Her core spasmed. So empty.
    “Please.” She sucked in another shuddering breath. “Creed.
I’m going crazy.”
    He rose up on his knees, one leg between her thighs, his
other on the outside. With one fist, he jerked his shirt over his head and
flung it to the ground. Immediately her gaze centered on the strong breadth of
his shoulders, then lowered to the dusting of soft dark hairs covering his
pecs. In the center, the silky mat arrowed to a fine trail that traveled south
and disappeared beneath the low-riding waistband of his jeans. On either side
of his pelvis, twin veins formed a ropy road map that ended in what she knew
was a small patch of dense black hair that surrounded his thick cock. The
bulging evidence of arousal behind his zipper called to her.
    On reflex, she went for her prize, but before she could
touch, Creed gripped her fingers in his clutches.
    “Not yet.” He shook his head. “If you touch me, it’ll be
over way too soon.” Creed let her hands go and found the closure to her denim
instead. “This is for you, Shay.” In what felt like inch by inch, he tugged the
zipper down, the click of the metal, the vibration, teasing the swollen folds
of her pussy. She whimpered.
    Damn, she actually whimpered.
    Then his hands were