Free Obsessed: Part Three (The Obsessed Series) by Deborah Bladon Page B

reaches behind me to unhook my bra. I watch as he carefully traces my right nipple with his tongue. Pulling it into his mouth for light kisses followed by bursts of pain when he clamps his teeth around it.  His hand moves between my thighs, dipping below the lace. He traces his finger along the wetness, tempting me, taunting me.
    "I want you," I beg. My body is trembling. The ache to be one with him is almost immeasurable.
    "Not now. Not yet," he murmurs against the tender flesh of my nipple before pulling his finger from my folds.
    I hold my breath as he reaches behind me to unhook my bra allowing both my breasts to spill out. He traces his tongue from one nipple to the other. Biting, licking, kissing. I reach down to touch myself. I want to come. I need to.
    He shakes his head to warn me off. His hand clasps mine pulling it to his cock. I eagerly take it. I love how it feels. I can't close my hand around it but I stroke it. I want him to feel as much pleasure as he gives me. He lets out a guttural moan.
    I feel as though I'm floating as he pulls the panties from me just as his lips find me. He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth. He nips it, sucks it. He's tempting me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
    "Please," I almost sob.
    He inhales sharply the moment he slides himself into me. "Fuck." The word rolls slowly off his tongue and onto his lips, spilling into my mouth with his breath.
    I grab his hips, pulling desperately. I need him. I can't let him go. "So good," I whisper into him.
    He moves faster, thrusting harder, pushing with everything he has. My head thuds into the mattress, my whole body moving with each measured plunge he makes. He speeds the rhythm and I reflect it in my own movements. I push harder, pull more.
    "Look at me." I scream.
    His eyes pop open and he stares into mine as he fucks me. "Ivy." The word leaves his body as a moan.
    "Now." I command. I can't hold it any longer. I have to come. I stare into his eyes.  I see deep into his soul.
    "Christ." He grunts as he falls over the edge with me. His body trembles. I hold fast, wanting him to pump everything he is into my body.
    "I love you." His breath caresses my cheek. "I love you, Ivy."
     

Chapter 15
     
    "I meant it when I said you should live here." He's clad only in boxers now as he sits on the bed. He lays a plate of fruit and cheese on the sheet and hands me a bottle of sparkling water.
    "I'd like to," I reply. It's one of the things I think endlessly about I want to say but I temper my reaction. I still need to confess to Jax that Mark had committed fraud.
    "Drink." He tilts the bottle towards my lips. "I want you to finish that and all this."
    I laugh at the prospect. "We just had pizza, Jax." I take a small sip of the cold water. "I'm not hungry."
    He cocks a brow as if he's questioning my response. "I am." He pops a red grape into his mouth followed by a slice of white cheese.
    "Can we talk about something?" I reach to place the bottle of water on the nightstand. I'm feeling so anxious. I don't want him to notice that my hands are now trembling. I'm grateful that he gave me a t-shirt to wear. I know that the conversation we're about to have is going to make me feel emotionally exposed. The shirt helps me to feel some comfort and protection in a sense.
    "Anything." He munches on a crisp piece of apple.
    I cast my eyes downward as I take a breath to quiet my nerves. "It's about Brooke."
He stops chewing and stares at me. "What about her?" he asks out of the corner of his mouth.
    I watch him pick the plate up and reach past me to place it next to the water. He scoots closer to me.
    "Why did you make that recording?" It's a neutral place for me to start. I want to understand his true motivations for filming Brooke and for coercing her into playing that voicemail that Mark left her.
    "She was out of control." His eyes idly scan the room. "She came to me weeks before that and tried to seduce me."
"Really?" I ask although I'm not