Free Secured Sparks by Charity Parkerson Page B

and she reveled in the feel of his tongue brushing hers. His shaggy brown hair fell forward, tickling her face, and she brushed it behind his ear then held him in place, not allowing him to pull away. She wanted it to go on forever. His hand found her breast, and his thumb brushed over her nipple. She nearly moaned aloud from only that small contact. She rolled to her back and he straddled her hips. Sitting back on his heels, he tugged his shirt over his head, revealing his heavily muscled and tattooed torso. She never got tired of looking at him. She had watched him for hours when he had sparred at the gym, envying the sweat on his skin the closeness of his body. Now she was able to run her hands up his stomach and chest until she encircled his shoulders, pulling him down on top of her. He braced his weight on his arms as her fingers sought the button on his jeans. She shoved the jeans down, cupping his bare ass between her hands. She could feel his muscles flexing beneath her fingers, and a rush of moisture pooled between her legs in answer.
    Bob kicked free of his pants while gently tugging the clothes from Lily’s body. She had always been the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and he wanted to taste every inch of her body but he couldn’t wait; he needed to be inside of her. Her inner thigh brushed his hip as she lifted her knee, and he entered her slowly, savoring every second. She tried pressing closer but he forced her to accept his will. He held her gaze as he rocked slowly against her. He needed her to see his love for her, and know that this meant something to him. “Will you stay?” he asked breathlessly.
    She nodded and his heart soared with triumph. He pulled out slightly and she groaned in protest before he rocked against her once more. The pleasure rolled down his back and he held back a gasp. This was a torture that ran both ways, but he managed to hold back his own orgasm until he had her screaming his name a second time. As the waves of pleasure tore through his body, he held her tighter, part of him fearing she might disappear if he didn’t.

EPILOGUE
    Weave hadn’t forgotten a single moment of this life—the seconds before a fight began when even the air smelled like your dreams coming true. The noise from the crowd would be deafening until it was drowned away as he focused solely on winning. This was his world. He knew what his opponent was going to do before he did it, and he easily won his match. He laughed aloud as his arm was raised in victory: he was a man on top, and it was all because of Kera.
    It was the sight of Jazz Anderson that made Weave realize it was all her; Kera had done this. He didn’t understand how she had known, or how she had done it, but she had been the one that had fixed his life, and he hadn’t even seen it happening. She had been the one to put the idea in his head that maybe Bob needed some help with Kyle, and because of that suggestion now he felt as if he had his brother back. She had been the one to help him cope with the worst of his withdrawals in Manhattan, and now he realized she was the one who had orchestrated this entire fight, forcing Shannon to see that Weave was healed and ready to fight again. He sought her out with his eyes, and when their gazes met, he mouthed, “Thank you.”
    A smile touched her lips before she mouthed, “I love you,” in return.
    Kera had been impressed by Bob’s choice in women. She was truly beautiful and obviously strong enough to handle one of the Spark’s men, which automatically made them friends. Lily had stood by Kera’s side during Weave’s match, but she was practically bursting at the seams with excitement and Kera finally broke. “What has you bubbling and dancing on your toes?”
    Lily shoved her hand beneath Kera’s nose, “We’re going to be sisters!” Kera took Lily’s hand between hers and looked closer at the diamond engagement ring.
    “You’re going to adopt Kyle.” The knowledge popped into her