Page 26 of Honoring Freedom

He raised the rock high and hurled it at the window of the truck, smashing the glass. Pok sprinted away and ducked behind a nearby tree, panting heavily as he watched to see if anyone would come out. His rage grew even more. The doc was so confident that he hadn't even bothered to set the alarm on the truck.

He pulled the delicate lace from his pocket and brought the panties to his nose. He’d gotten away with a little souvenir.

Chapter Nine

She smelled like honey and vanilla.

Keller nuzzled her neck and inhaled the intoxicating scent.

Holding her…he felt as if he’d found what he’d been missing all these years. Like he’d lost a part of himself and was just now recovering. He’d never wanted someone like this.

“You taste good,” she whispered.

He growled under his breath, incapable of putting two words together. All he knew, he wanted her in his bed, in his arms, naked. He wanted to see her spread out waiting and willing…and wet. He wanted to feel the smooth connection of their bodies as they rediscovered each other.

“Your bedroom or mine?” She looked up at him through the veil of her thick lashes. Her flushed cheeks made her blue eyes brighter. Everything about her pulled him in, like a riptide in the ocean. He could drown there with her and he’d never want to be rescued or pulled to shore.

“Mine.” With a growl he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She was the perfect size to carry around weighing no more than a sack of feed. He planted his palm on her firm bottom and got excited. He’d soon be touching her bare skin and he practically salivated at the thought.

When he entered the bedroom, he flipped the lamp on and deposited her on the bed like she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched. Hell, she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched. He leaned over her and brushed the strands of hair off her cheeks before he sat down next to her hip. The intensity of her stare unsettled him. Her eyes were the windows into her soul and she wanted him, just as he wanted her.

There came a time in a man’s life when he had to admit defeat. Not defeat as in losing, but as in allowing fate to take the reins.

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Despite what she read in his expression, he didn’t rip her clothes off and lick every inch of her, but instead he kissed her, softly. Exploring her mouth with his tongue as if relearning her.

She dove her fingers into his thick, silky hair, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. He growled when she suckled his tongue.

He lifted his head, smiling down at her—a grin that spoke volumes about what he wanted to do with his tongue.

He pressed kisses to her jaw, her neck, lower to her collarbones. His whiskers tickled her and she gave a little squirm under him. She didn’t realize she giggled until he looked at her in question.

“The beard? Does it bother you?” he asked.

“Not at all. It feels good.” She stroked the crisp hairs.

He smiled and his eyes crinkled at the corners. “You feel amazing.” He went back to kissing her neck again, this time darting his tongue out to taste her. He lowered his hand to the hem of her skirt and lifted it higher on her legs. The tips of his fingers brushed against her satin covered slit. She lifted her hips an inch, but he didn’t accept the invitation. He continued his exploration upward.

“I want to see your breasts.” He grasped the material and pulled it to her waist. He growled when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. “I like this,” he murmured. He flicked his gaze to her, looking so sexy with that expression that told her how much he wanted her.

“Keller…”

“In time, sweetheart. Let’s get rid of this.” He lowered the dress and maneuvered it down her body. The cooler air stroked her warm breasts and her nipples tightened in response.

He wasted no time in sampling the buds, sucking one then the other, licking her into a puddle of melted bones. Her nipples were sensitive, and the apex of her thighs was damp.

He suckled the tight buds deep into his throat and she moaned in pleasure.

Countless moments passed as he feasted on her breasts, every now and again moaning against her skin. She had no clue why those noises made her tremble with need. Her panties were growing damper, and need vibrated her inner thighs. She lifted her hips higher and rubbed herself against him, feeling the bulge behind his zipper.

He let go of her damp breast with a smack of his lips and he stared down at her. His focus, the desire in his expression, pushed her closer to that proverbial cliff. He continued to stare, like that of a painter committing his muse to memory.

“Keller,” she whispered his name.

He lowered, trailing his lips and fingers across her stomach. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button, swirling the indention before planting a kiss there.

Once he moved to the waistband of her panties, he looked up her body as if to confirm what was about to happen.Yes, her mind screamed.Take me with your tongue.