Free Blind: Killer Instincts by Sidney Bristol Page B

her breasts and palming her.
    Okay, that was hot. She’d never had her clothes literally ripped off her before.
    He massaged her breasts, capturing the stiff peaks between his fingers and rolling them. She hissed and arched her back, hooking her other leg around him. He pushed her breasts together and licked one nipple, then the other. She groaned and threaded her fingers through his hair, giving it a little tug. He growled against her skin and scraped his teeth over her sensitive flesh as he switched breasts.
    “Oh, fuck, do that,” she muttered. Teeth and boobs—who would have known that felt good?
    He bit down harder, and her internal muscles clenched.
    “Mm, yeah.” She scraped her nails over his shoulders, arching her back.
    The man had a talented mouth, that was for sure.
    She reached between them and palmed the front of his jeans. His whole body went rigid, and for a moment he didn’t move. She could feel his breath against her breasts, but he didn’t move, so she pressed harder.
    He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the table once more, surging up over her body to press her flat and kissing her so deeply she could barely breathe.
    “I want to be in you,” he said in a ragged whisper.
    Jacob released one of her wrists, but she still felt the implied command in her bones.
    Don’t move.
    His fingers dragged over her ribs, down her hips, and between her legs. He panted against her lips as he pushed her panties aside and plunged a finger into her channel.
    “Christ,” he groaned.
    “Mm. Condom?”
    “Fuck,” he snarled.
    Emma groped for her purse, which had been shoved down the table. She grabbed the strap and pulled it closer, fishing out a condom from the side pocket. People could call her a slut if they wanted to for carrying her own protection, but she was a woman with needs that were about to be met.
    Jacob chuckled and kissed her cheek as she ripped the package open. “You are an angel.”
    “No, I’m just horny.”
    She tabbed his jeans open and lowered the zipper, careful of the erection straining toward her.
    “Are you going to put it on me?” he asked.
    “Do you have a problem with that?”
    He flashed her a too-brief smile. “No.”
    He shoved his jeans and underwear down, kicking out of his clothes until he was gloriously nude. The glimpses she got of his body proved that he was a man of action, with the scars to back up what he did. Another time she’d ask him about them, kiss each one.
    Jacob grabbed her skirt and panties and tugged them down. She lifted up enough for him to divest her of the hindering garments and shrugged off the ruined top and bra herself. She grabbed the condom and reached for him. He braced himself with his hands on either side of her thighs.
    It was happening too fast for her to be nervous. There was a deep, driving need pushing her, urging her on.
    She grasped his cock, pumping the smooth, velvety flesh in her palm.
    Jacob grabbed her chin and kissed her, thrusting into her hold. He broke the kiss, leaving her gasping.
    Emma lost no time in rolling the latex on his hard length. She’d enjoy this.
    He pushed her hands away and passed the head of his cock through her folds, coating himself with her arousal. She planted her hands on the table and let her head drop back on her shoulders, surrendering herself to the sensations. Her body trembled—it had been too long since she felt a man’s touch, even longer still since she’d enjoyed it.
    “Emma,” he whispered.
    She lifted her head and met his gaze, staring into the black pits. It felt as if she could see straight through to his soul, that tortured, battered beast inside of him that he thought needed to be contained, controlled. It looked an awful lot like her own inner darkness.
    Jacob grasped her hips and thrust. They each gasped as he slid inside of her. He pressed deeper, and she gripped the edge of the table as her body stretched and adjusted around his girth.
    Fuck, he felt good.
    He dug his hand