Free Prisoner (All of You Book 1) by Melissa Silvey Page B

cheekbones are almost too high.  His black hair is shorter, but still a little too long.  He looks like he took a dull knife to his beard.  I reach out to touch it, and it’s still very soft.  His face is wide, and his nose is too, and slightly flat.  His ethnicity is a mystery, but he’s exotically sexy.  I bet his ancestors are from an island in the South Pacific.  Maybe he’s Hawaiian. 
    “Right now, I’m whoever you want me to be.”  I reach out, and grab the waist of the light gray smock he’s wearing.  He exhales sharply, as I pull it up over his body.  He lifts his arms up over his head, and I uncover his abs, his ribs, and his pecs as if I’m unwrapping a present.  He has those wide muscles under his arms at his sides, and they’re all flexed out.  The shirt is gone, and I reach out to touch his stomach.  His abs jerk before I even touch him.  “I’m whatever you need me to be.”
    He places both of his hands on my neck.  I trace my fingers up his ribcage, and over his nipples.  He jumps, and hisses.  I’d almost forgotten how sensitive they are.  Then my hands are on his shoulders, and I trace the tattoo on the right side of his chest. 
    “What’s the story behind the tattoos?”  I remember to ask this time. 
    “I got that one thirteen years ago, after my third trip to the sandpit,” he says. 
    As I look closer, I find a name on his right bicep: Lucy.  “Wife?”
    “Ex,” he chuckles.  “Lucy, which is short for Lucifer.”  Under it are two sets of initials with dates.  “Kids,” he provides, before I ask.
    “I thought so.”  He just stands there and lets me explore his body.  This is a huge difference from the man who was prowling around like a caged animal earlier.  “You’re beautiful.”  He scoffs.  My eyes immediately return to his.  “Whoever told you otherwise should be smacked.  Tell me who it was, and I’ll smack them for you.”
    “I have eyes,” he counters. 
    “Get them checked, because you’re extremely attractive.”  I lick my top lip, and hope that he finally kisses me.  I mean, if I wanted to kiss him, I’d need a step ladder.
    He takes a few steps forward, causing me to take a few steps back.  I feel the wall behind me.  The butterflies that were trapped in my stomach spread across my chest.  I can feel my heart pounding; I can hear it in my ears. 
    He hooks his hands around my thighs, and lifts me easily, until my legs are around his waist.  I grab his neck, and hold on tight.  Then he kisses me.  His lips are so tender on mine, so soft and warm.  His palms cup my ass, then his hands move up to my waist.  I wrap my feet around his thighs, pulling my body in closer to his.  And that’s when I feel it.  It’s as big as I remember it, maybe even bigger.  I moan against his mouth, and open my lips.  He’s still holding back.  So I allow my tongue to snake out, and touch his lips, to coax them apart. His fingers move up over my breasts, but they don’t linger.  His big hands move around my ribcage, to my back, and with his forearms under mine, he pulls me into him, and sucks my tongue into his mouth. 
     
    Tony
     
    Slowly, she calmed me.  With her soft voice and her sweet, doe shaped eyes that could never lie, she tamed me.  And then with just the touch of her fingers she makes me wild again.  I strain my hips against her thighs, and she moans from deep inside her.  Her hands travel over my neck to my shoulders, and then her fingernails graze my back.  She’s seen the beast inside me, and she’s not afraid of it.  I think maybe she wants it.
    I turn around, and holding her close, walk both of us toward the cot.  She is kissing me as if she can drink in my soul.  She’s holding on to me like I’m her favorite possession, like she’s never going to let me go.  I can almost believe, while she’s touching me, that she actually wants to be here, and they aren’t forcing her.
    I don’t even know why