Free Temptation in Shadows by Gena Showalter

the harder he ate at her. It was too much, not enough, consuming her, destroying her concerns, her inhibitions, leaving her weak and needy, desperate for release. In that moment, nothing mattered but Sean. He was the center of her world, the reason she lived, the reason she breathed, just as she’d wanted.
    “That’s right,” he praised. “That’s the way.”
    “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Gabby didn’t care that she was begging. She was so close, needed more, would do anything for completion. The weakness should have embarrassed her, but it didn’t. This was
right.
    His finger sank deep, so deep, just as he sucked on her clit, and that was it. The end. Or rather, the beginning. She climaxed harder than she ever had before, shaking and moaning and gasping for breath.
    As she trembled through the downfall, he said, “I’ll do anything. Nothing you want is too dirty or off-limits, understand?” He stood, licked her essence off his face and fingers, eyes at half-mast. As always, shadows swirled in those eyes, a living entity, calling to her, beseeching her.
    Had she once considered those shadows a determent? Silly, that. He was the sexiest sight ev-er. She leaned into him, wanting to sink all the way inside him. Wanting the darkness to swallow her up.
    “Do you?” he demanded.
    What had he asked? Oh yes.
Did she understand that nothing was taboo, that he’d do anything and everything she asked? “Yes, please, and thank you.” There. All the polite words she could think of in one sentence. “So let’s get busy doing some dirty things.”
    His lips curled in approval. “Strip the rest of the way first.”
    She couldn’t force her legs to move, they were utterly boneless, and Sean chuckled. His hands worked her quickly, unhooking her bra and slipping her panties off her legs.
    “Sorry,” she said.
    “You did warn me I’d have to do all the work. And I did tell you I was fine with that, right?” He looked her over, gaze lingering in all the right spots, making her desperate for another touch. Finally he reached out, fingertips circling her nipples. Both were hard and aching.
    When he bent his head and sucked one into his mouth, she cried out in pleasure.
    “God, you’re perfect.”
    Just like that, the fire sparked again in her blood. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking up and down, and he hissed in a breath.
    “I want this in my mouth,” she whispered.
    Gabby didn’t wait for his reply. She dropped to her knees, sucked him deep, and
his
guttural cry filled the small enclosure. When moisture coated every decadent inch of him, she backed off and licked him, savoring his heat, the male spice on his skin.
    He tugged at his heavy sac before gripping the base. “More. Need more.”
    “Feed it to me.”
    He aimed the plump head between her lips and once again she sucked him deep.
    When he was begging as she had been, when his words were incoherent, she scraped her teeth over the velvet-soft skin, making him even more sensitive.
    “Fuck,” he shouted.
    Clearly he wanted to grab her head and pump hard and fast, his hands fisting her hair, but he didn’t let himself. Instead he reached up and grabbed the shower rod. The tip of him hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. At the same time, she looked up at him and hummed her own pleasure, loving the look of absolute bliss that coasted over his features.
    The motion and vibration had him cussing loud and long. “Stop . . . stop . . . Gabby, you have to stop or this’ll be over, and I’m not ready for it to be over.”
    She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to taste him, all of him.
    Dragging her mouth off of him by force, he jerked her to her feet. “Your mouth is heaven,” he panted. Sweat glistened over his skin.
    “Sean?” she said, cupping his cheeks.
    “Yes.” He sounded weary, looked suspicious.
    “You know those women who don’t like to swallow a man? I’m not one of them.”
    He groaned as if in pain.