Free Passion Awakened by Jessica Lee Page B

at her hips. Shayla lifted then toed her
sneakers off, allowing Creed to pull her jeans free from her legs. The breeze
in the shade of the large oak washed over her, helping to cool her heated
flesh, but not the raging fire inside.
    On his knees, he hovered over her body. His gaze roaming,
caressing.
    Her chest heaved, fists clenched.
    With two fingers, he brushed the tip of one nipple. Air
rushed from her lungs and it took every ounce of sheer will not to move. Then
he dropped his fingers to her chest, taking them lower in slow exploration. At
her navel, he circled the shallow impression before replacing the digits with
his tongue. Dear God. Her abdomen quaked under the assault, tiny quivers
of sweet pleasure that had her legs spreading in invitation.
    “Creed…” Shayla bit down on her bottom lip for strength.
“Touch me,” she begged.
    Down…down he forged a path with his lips, ratcheting her
pulse higher and higher. His fingers looped in the thin strap of her panties at
her sides, but instead of dragging them over her thighs, he held her steady.
She watched, mesmerized at the sight, as his mouth covered the apex of her need
through the thin material.
    Shayla cried out and bucked against him. “God yes!”
    The warmth of his tongue seared her where she needed him
most.
    But it wasn’t enough.
    “Please…” Shayla squirmed, her hands going to his head,
pressing him closer. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air right before Creed
had her bottom in her palms and his mouth covering her bare pussy.
    Up and down, he sampled her folds, taking his time to make
sure he didn’t miss a spot, leaving her quivering. Aching for him deep inside.
    “Damn, Shay.” He looked up, his eyes hooded. “You’re
delicious.”
    The firm presence of one of his fingers slid deep, and her
core spasmed around the stiff intruder. Shay groaned. So close.
    “Creed…” Her fingers curled into his scalp, seeking
purchase. It was all she could do to form a coherent response. “I can’t take
it. I need more.”
    In and out he pumped into her, at first with one, then two
broad digits. Shayla thrust her hips against him, her body no longer her own. A
slave to the growing sensation. The one that would catapult her off the edge
and into the swelling tide of sheer ecstasy.
    The warm and slightly rough feel of his tongue circled her
clit. Her diaphragm froze. That was it. Right there. Dear God, she needed him
so much. Unbidden, she clasped her thighs around the girth of his head, riding
him.
    “Now,” she called, her fingertips digging into his scalp.
“Creed… Please. Do it.”
    Creed’s mouth hovered over her swollen bud, the heat of his
breath teasing the nerve endings. The width of his tongue stroked once over the
surface. Her pussy clenched on the hard presence of his digits buried inside.
Oh God, not quite.
    “More… God, Creed. Let me come.” Shayla gasped. Sweat beaded
over her exposed flesh. She was burning alive.
    Then his lips were there, surrounding her clit, tightening,
sucking.
    “Yes!” she cried out. Her spine arched and her pussy clamped
down. She squeezed her eyelids shut as her world spun, spiraling like a
hurricane, its eye closing in on that one spot where she and Creed were joined.
    She shattered.
    Someone screamed. It had to be her, but the sound was barely
recognizable. Hard tremors gripped her body. Stole her air. All she could do
was hang on to the man, the epicenter of her earthquake called ecstasy.
    When he’d moved, she had no idea, but suddenly Creed
stretched her, filling her like no man had ever done, the sweet burn lighting
up the buried nerve endings of her channel.
    “Shayla,” he murmured in her ear, his voice dark, hoarse,
laced with desire—and it was her name that was on his tongue.
    Creed’s weight shifted over her and she loved the heavy feel
of his alpha domination. His cock drove into her, bumping her cervix, stroking
her pussy like an incubus who’d stumbled back in time.
    He cried