Free Slammed by Kelly Jamieson Page B

later…that had to have had some kind of powerful effect on him.
    Without thinking, acting on instinct, she lifted a hand to his shoulder and rubbed him there. His skin was smooth, his bones big and hard beneath. She wasn’t sure what to say.
    “I got slammed,” he continued without her prompting. “That’s when a wave comes down hard, knocks you off your board and drills you deep. My leash got caught on a rock and I couldn’t get free. I had a lot of nightmares at first. They were pretty bad. Then…they got better.”
    He’d skipped over something in the middle there, but she wasn’t going to ask, just happy that he was talking about it.
    “I don’t know why I had one tonight. It’s weird.”
    “Maybe it’s the storm.”
    “Maybe.”
    His hand moved on her back again, stroking up and down like he had before, slipping beneath her tank top. An ache developed low down inside her and she had to resist tipping her pelvis against his body to seek relief.
    “Your skin’s so soft, Brooke,” he whispered, and this time on the down stroke his fingers brushed under the elastic waistband of her shorts, which was folded over low on her hips. She tingled and the ache intensified. She squeezed her eyes shut against the rush of sensation, sucked in a long, slow breath, trying not to let on how she was feeling.
    When his hand slid inside her shorts, she knew she should stop him. She couldn’t explain why she didn’t, except that it felt so good. His hand cupped her butt cheek and pulled her in closer and this time she couldn’t stop herself from rolling her hips into him, trying to assuage that pulsing ache in her pussy. There in the dark, with a storm raging outside, she wanted this, even though she knew it was such a bad idea. She wanted more.
    “Mmmm.” He made a little noise of pleasure and turned into her a little more. His cock, hard inside the soft cotton of his underwear, twitched against her. She felt like she was in a dream, floating a little, in the dark, unable to see much, her other senses hyper alert. Heat. Strength. His warm male scent surrounding her. Her mouth longed to taste him and her lips parted involuntarily as he palmed her ass again and adjusted her body against his so that his erection was between them.
    Her hips rolled in needy pulses against him, and he hardened even more and groaned. “Brooke. Oh God, Brooke, you feel so good.”
    “We shouldn’t be doing this.” She felt she should at least say it.
    “I know.”
    But that wasn’t stopping him either.
    Lust burned inside her, hot and demanding, a hungry need whipping through her. And then he tipped her chin up with his knuckles and found her mouth in the dark with his.
    Oooohhh God. His mouth closed over hers, opened and urged hers open too, and she kissed him back with hot need. His tongue licked inside, rubbed against hers, and she slid slowly, inexorably into desire, heat pooling inside her, sensations rocking through her. Flames built low in her womb, intense and burning.
    God, he was a good kisser! His lips were smooth and warm, his tongue hot and silky, sliding in and out of her mouth with erotic intent, turning her on unbelievably. His hands cuddled her butt and pulled her in closer, and their hips rolled together in an instinctive rhythm of need.
    When he rolled her to her back and moved over her, a thrill ran through her to her very core. He was strong and powerful, but she wasn’t afraid, because God, she wanted this, so much, so very much. There in the dark, in their haven from the storm, she felt safe with him.
    He kissed her mouth, her jaw, scraped his teeth over her flesh there and made her shiver. Then he dragged his tongue down the side of her neck and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone. He tugged aside the neckline of her tank top to go lower then growled with frustration.
    She wanted his mouth on her there and she tunneled her fingers into his hair and held his head, her hips still lifting against