Free Wyatt (Lane Brothers #1) by Kristina Weaver Page B

aroused that I can hardly form a thought.
    I get nervous when he stops us beside the bed and unties my robe, sliding it down and off my shoulders in a feather-light move that sends goose bumps breaking out all over my body and tightens my nipples.
    “You’re so beautiful, baby, do you know that? I’ve wanted you this way from that first day I saw you,” he says, running his hands from my shoulders to the very tops of my breasts.
    A soft moan is the only response I make when he reaches up to untie the strings at my nape and back, and discards the bikini top with a flick of his wrist.
    I’m exposed, feeling more vulnerable now than I did when I woke up that first morning. I don’t know why. You’d think knowing that he’s already seen me naked would calm me, but it doesn’t.
    When all he does is stare silently, my nerves get the better of me and I raise my arms.
    “No, don’t hide from me, baby. I’m just taking my time to look, that’s all. I’m just fulfilling a dream I’ve had for a very long time.”
    “But I have scars.”
    They’re not as bad as they used to be, some have lightened considerably over the years, but the ones just under my right breast and around my belly button are still there, a constant reminder that he ruined me.
    “Not scars, baby. Badges of survival, that’s all they are.”
    He finishes that statement by dragging his hands from my collarbone all the way down till his large hands cup my breasts and envelop them in heat and gentle squeezes.
    It feels so good, I can’t help but throw my head back and moan long and low. After hefting them and testing the weight, he leans his head in and takes one into his mouth, suckling so gently, I feel loved even as the arousal he’s been building since that first kiss amps up and settles in my sex.
    It’s overwhelming and beautiful as he alternates between breasts, licking and sucking me before giving me a gentle nudge and laying me down on the bed.
    My bottoms disappear quickly, and he crawls up onto the bed and brushes over me, his skin sliding over mine and settling. The weight of him against my skin is pure heated bliss, and I moan at the contact, pushing myself as close as I can.
    I’m new to this, have never felt all of these overwhelming sensations before, but I trust him enough that when he stops kissing me and fondling my breasts minutes later and moves down my body, I spread my legs willingly.
    “Ellie.”
    His voice is a sigh when he looks down at my sex and breathes in deeply, as if he’s struggling to control himself. He’s shaking over me when he lowers his head and presses his mouth to my flesh.
    I gasp at the contact.
    “Easy, baby, just let me get you ready,” he croons, doing something with his tongue that feels so good, my eyes cross and roll back in pleasure.
    He takes his time with me, using his mouth and fingers alternatively before crawling back up my body and taking my mouth in a kiss hot enough to burn us both.
    “Hold on.”
    The whispered words caress my lips and I feel the head of his erection at my entrance, circling twice before he applies pressure and starts pushing steadily into me.
    There’s a slight pinch as my sheath struggles to open and accept him, but the discomfort never turns to pain. By the time he’s fully seated deep inside me, all I feel is urgency and the need to move.
    “You okay?” he wheezes, holding completely still, his arms trembling where they’re planted beside my head.
    Yes, no, I don’t know. I feel so full and overwhelmed by the intimacy of having him connected to me so thoroughly.
    “Yes. Please.”
    I’m begging already and he hasn’t even done anything but join us.
    He obeys and pulls away, keeping the movement so slow, I feel every movement of him inside. And then he comes back in, twisting his hips in such a way that something sets off inside and makes me convulse.
    “That is so…”
    I can’t describe what I’m feeling, but it’s the most wonderful pleasure mixed