Free Into the Fire (Bridge Book 2) by Meredith Wild Page B

heavy.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured, trailing his fingertips over my pebbled flesh.
    A whimper started low in my belly and rushed up past my lips.
    Hooking his thumbs over the band of my underwear, he pulled my panties down to my ankles, planting soft kisses down my thighs. I pressed my palms flat against the wall as my knees weakened. I closed my eyes, relishing the heavenly feeling of his warm lips against my skin. Then his velvet tongue. Softly sucking his way back up, he stopped just shy of the place where I was wet for him, only him.
    “I want to see all of you, Vanessa.” The words were made of gravel and sex as he smoothed his palms against the sensitive inner flesh of my thighs, skimming up to my pussy. He parted my folds and my hips came forward an inch, seeking. I couldn’t bring myself to be shy when I wanted him this much. Once we’d started this dance, all my inhibitions had flown out the window.
    He exhaled sharply. “God, you’re so wet for me already.”
    His touch fell away, and he rose slowly until he was all muscle and man towering before me. Agonizing seconds passed as he stripped away his own clothes. I watched, rapt, as more of his beautiful body came into view. The muted light of the room cast shadows against the sharp planes of his physique. Finally, he peeled off his black swimming trunks and stood before me, naked, proud, an unmistakable hunger dark in his eyes.
    I’d gotten a glimpse of his cock as we’d left the ocean in the dark. Then and now it was fucking glorious. Half of me didn’t want to stare and the other half wanted to get us to his room as fast as humanly possible. Here I could look all I wanted. And touch…
    Before I could reach for him, he left me naked and trembling against the wall. Our gazes clashed, heated and full of promise. I was frozen, pinned in place as he moved with control. He retrieved a condom from his wallet and unwrapped it, carefully unrolling it down the length of his cock. The sensual movement nearly unraveled me. I closed my eyes, and behind them, I could almost see what it would be like. How deep he could be… Now that I’d decided, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
    “Vanessa.” My name fell from his lips like something precious.
    I opened my eyes halfway, and my heart danced a rapid uneven beat at the sight of him. His skin was wrapped tightly over the most incredible physique I’d ever seen. He was a goddamn sculpture of perfection.
    He reached out, and with his upturned palm, that simple gesture, I could move again. Like a magnet, I was drawn toward his heat, his energy. I walked to him on unsteady legs until we were nearly chest-to-chest. He threaded his fingers through my hair, sliding across my scalp as he lowered his lips over mine. I opened for him instantly. Then we were engulfed in another thought-shattering kiss. His tongue was soft and rough at once, deep and demanding, the very taste of desire. I brushed my breasts against him, eager for his skin on mine again. I wanted him close, all around me and deep inside me. He pulled away, his breathing ragged, his grip on me no lighter.
    “I can’t get enough of your mouth. The way you taste…” He shook his head, like he didn’t understand why.
    I didn’t either. I’d never wanted anything this badly. We hadn’t even had sex, and I couldn’t remember feeling this kind of frenzy before with anyone, ever. I couldn’t believe it was the same for him, but the way he looked at me now made me wonder.
    He sat down on the bed, pulling me toward him so my chest was at his eye level. Then he wrapped his lips around my nipple in a tight hungry kiss.
    At the same time, he slipped his hand between my legs. He rubbed gently over my clit. When his touch went lower where I was incredibly wet, he released my nipple and went for the other roughly.
    “I’m going to taste every inch of you, Vanessa. Every beautiful fucking inch.”
    His raspy promise vibrated through his chest and against my