Free Safe House by Dez Burke Page B

out and making her gasp in want and need.
    “Your nipples are so very responsive,” he continued. “Exactly the way I like them.”
    He suddenly removed his hand from her shirt and shifted her around so she was lying on her back. He sat up beside her. “Unbutton your shirt,” he said, his expression unreadable.
    She hesitated, not quite sure where the situation was heading. 
    Flint looked at her without saying a word, only watching and waiting. Kendra realized he was forcing her to make a decision…to stop or to go forward. It was her choice and he wasn’t going to make it for her.
    She licked her lips hesitantly then reached up to undo the top button of her flannel shirt. Then the next. Flint watched her quietly with hooded eyes. When she suddenly felt shy right before undoing the last button, he urged her on. “ Don’t stop,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
    When she undid that button, Flint reached out with both hands and pushed the shirt to her sides. He rubbed both nipples with the back of his knuckles until they stood up, hard and erect. Grasping locks of her hair gently, he fluffed them forward so that they fell in waves over her breasts, barely covering her nipples.
    He leaned back and stared at her exposed body.
    “What?” she said self-consciously. “Is something wrong?”
    “No, everything is perfect,” Flint replied. “I’m memorizing how beautiful you look so I can sketch you later when I’m alone.”
    Kendra’s breath caught in her throat. Damn! That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.
    Without warning, Flint swooped down to seize one hard nipple into his mouth. He alternated between breasts, sucking and nipping her tits, teasing and tormenting. Kendra held on tight to his silky hair. He captured one nipple in his mouth and after rolling his tongue around on the nub, sucked hard on the surrounding breast. Kendra gasped and slid her hands down over his shoulders and back. Jesus! She loved the feel of this man.
    “You like that?” he said, more of a statement than a question, already knowing her answer.
    “Yes,” she answered. “Oh, yes.” She knew he needed to hear her say it.
    While his mouth sucked on one breast and one hand squeezed and massaged the other, his free hand slid down her belly. Her breath shortened and quickened as he touched the lacy rim of her panties. Flint ran his fingers along the edge and then moved them between her thighs. His fingers slid under the silky panties, first on one side then the other, never touching the heated mound in between. Kendra squirmed and writhed underneath him, begging him with her body to touch her where she so desperately wanted. Her fingers clenched in his hair and he growled in approval at her ferocious grip.
    “Open your eyes, Kendra,” he commanded hoarsely, raising his head to look at her.
    She opened her eyes to find his intense green eyes locked with hers. “I want to watch you,” he said. He slid a finger inside the rim of her panties then up into her pussy all the way to the knuckle.
    “Oh,” she cried, raising her ass to meet his hand. She moaned again when he slid a second finger into her snug slickness. Her muscles tightened around his fingers, hungry for any form of penetration.
    “God! You’re so fucking wet and tight,” Flint murmured against her breast. “Just as I knew you would be.”
    He finger-fucked her hard, one…two…three times with her panties still on, each time more forceful than the last. She grabbed onto his arms with both hands and cried out with each thrust. She bucked into his hand and felt shamed by the sounds her mouth and body were making as he drove in and out of her with his fingers.
    “Take off your panties,” he ordered.
    Kendra quickly slid them over her ass, down her legs, and off her ankles.
    “Now spread your legs for me. Wide.”
    Kendra quickly obeyed, spreading her legs wider to give him better access. The thrill of being dominated and controlled sexually was