Free Thirst [All-American Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Bree Younger Page B

tantalizingly sensuous movement. He was surprised but pleased at her response and knew that she’d sealed her own fate. Still, he tried to give her a chance to stop things from progressing further.
    “Claire. This is probably not a good idea.” He said the words even as he pulled her closer, his hand tunneling under her shirt to spread with eager possession against her skin. He felt the quiver of her stomach muscles as his hand spread out wide over her midriff. She leaned back and rested her head against him, and he bent to nuzzle against the tender spot where neck met shoulder.
    “No.” He heard her whispered agreement before she turned around to face him. “No, probably not.” She lifted her face, offering her lips to him.
    He told himself that he should back off. That she had no idea what he was like, what he might expect of her. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to explore every inch of her slender body, to find out all the secrets that were concealed beneath her clothes. He knew he was taking a fucking huge risk here. She didn’t know him, barely trusted him. And he still wasn’t one hundred percent sure he trusted her. Still…he couldn’t resist her.
    His gaze focused on her trembling mouth as he bent closer, moving slowly to give her every opportunity to pull away. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and he slid his tongue across her lower lip, relishing the taste of her. She was delicious. Somehow he’d known she would be. He moved his hands to her shoulders, trailing them down her arms as his mouth parted hers and he slid inside. He encircled her wrists, pushing them behind her and arching her body into his. His cock nestled into her soft belly.
    He explored her mouth, searching out every hidden, dark corner and claiming it for his own. She moaned as he tore his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck and across her delicate collarbone. He needed to touch her everywhere. Transferring both wrists to his left hand, he burrowed his hand back under her shirt, pushing it up until he cupped her breast. It was small and delicate under his fingers. Peeling the lace cup of her bra aside, he claimed her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He pulled back and looked at his hand as he stroked her until she’d tightened into a stiff peak. She was small but perfectly formed, her nipple a dark pink that reminded him of a delicate rose.
    “Hawk, please.”
    Unable to resist, he took that tip into his mouth and sucked. He heard her moan his name as he drew the nipple between his teeth to nip lightly. The sweet smell of her arousal drifted up to him, and he worked his hand down to the front of her pants, unfastening them and sliding his fingers inside. The moist folds of her pussy parted at his insistent touch, and he wedged his fingers deep inside her. She cried out and arched upward.
    “Fuck, yeah. That’s beautiful, Claire. You like that, don’t you?” He dragged his fingers out and pressed back in, and he felt her as she struggled to free her hands from the tight clasp of his. “Be still, Claire. Don’t move, and I promise you’ll get what you want.”
    She froze. Damn, this might be a mistake, but he wouldn’t have missed it for anything. She was so fucking responsive. He brushed a finger across her clit, and she whimpered, rocking against his hand. “Please. More.” She was wet but so tight. He’d have to work to get his cock inside her, but it would be worth it. He could just imagine the tight clasp of her pussy around him. She’d be tight as a fucking fist.
    “Move your hand.”
    He responded, “Don’t tell me what to do, Claire. I’m in charge here.”
    She just moaned again when he stopped the motion of his fingers.
    “Don’t stop. I want to come.”
    “Do you? Beg me, Claire. Beg me, and I’ll let you come.”
    Her harsh breaths heated his face. “Please. Oh, please, I’m begging you, Hawk. Anything you want. Just please, let me come.”
    “All right, Claire. All right.” His