Free Turning Payne by Chantel Seabrook Page B

mouth on her body. "Please."
    Effortlessly, he lifted her arms around his neck and scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. When he placed her down on the mattress and stood, she whimpered at the loss of contact between them.
    He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. "Is this what you want?"
    All she could do was nod and watch as he slowly unbuckled his belt. Her mouth watered, and she swallowed hard as his pants dropped to the floor. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxer briefs and she could see the delicious length of him. She'd seen his glorious body before, but never with the intention of what they were about to do, and she felt her cheeks burn.
    "Take off your clothes, Riley."
    The dominance in his voice made her thighs clench. She obeyed, acutely aware of the way his gaze followed her every movement. Stretching her shirt over her arms, she discarded it on the floor. She kneeled before him, one the bed, in her bra and panties. Her knees shook and it took all her strength to stay there, as his eyes roamed over her body.
    "You're fucking perfect," he said, stepping towards her and running the back of his fingers down her shoulder and across the curve of her breast.
    Her back arched reflexively as his thumb circled her nipple through the lace of her bra. "Turner."
    Kneeling on the bed, she ran her hands up his chest, and gripped his wide shoulders. His palm slid lower, slipping beneath her panties to cup her sex. He lowered his lips to hers, and his tongue delved into her mouth as she rocked against his hand.
    She gasped as the pad of his thumb found her clit, making her practically melt from the inside out. He slid a finger inside her, and she bucked against him. The throbbing ache that centered in the depths of her sex was unbearable. She couldn't think, only knew that she needed him closer, needed him to fill her.
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    God, what was he doing?
    It was wrong, and he damn well knew it, but despite the warning bells that were blaring in his head, he couldn't pull back. Nothing mattered but touching her, claiming her, making her his.
    Riley groaned under his kiss as his fingers brought her to the brink of an orgasm. The scent of her arousal was too much, depleting what little self-control he had left.
    There was still too much material between them. He needed contact, to feel her soft skin against his. He unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. She whimpered when he removed his fingers from her wet folds, to curl them beneath the lace band of her panties and pulled them down her thighs.
    Her delicate fingers fluttered down his stomach, hesitating at the seam of his boxer briefs. Her breath came out in a shuttered sigh as she pushed the material down, over the swollen head of his cock.
    With nothing but white-hot desire between them, their eyes met, and overwhelming emotion surged through him. Never in his life did he ache to taste and possess a woman as he did Riley. A hunger to touch not only her body, but also her soul.
    How was he going to walk away when this was all over? He shook the thought away. All that mattered was that she was with him now.
    He lowered her to the bed and positioned himself above her. He trailed his tongue down her neck. It was all he could do not to mark her, to let his canines sink into the sensitive flesh, and allow the mating hormone to claim her as his.
    She was wet, ready for him. When he pressed the head of his cock against her sex, she pushed against him.
    "More. I need all of you." She clenched around him, digging her fingers into his hips.
    A growl rumbled in his chest, and she gasped, her eyes widening as he thrust to the hilt. He pulled back and rocked forward repeatedly, stroking her in slow, stretching degrees. She moved with him, wrapping her legs around his hips, as his cock burrowed hard and fast inside her.
    His hips worked against her, thrusting until he felt her ecstasy mounting, her orgasm milking his cock. She cried out, eyes closed,