Page 186 of Hunt for You
She wasn’t smiling anymore. She had already hooked one knee over my hip and was writhing underneath me, rubbing herself against me in time with the kiss, her hands clawing up my back leaving me shuddering as she arched her back and tried to pull meintoher.
Planting one hand over her shoulder to brace, I reared over her, mouth open, and rocked my hips to draw myself against her slick heat.
Her mouth dropped open and she grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me against her.
“Don’t tease me, Sam,” she gasped. “I’ve waited too long.”
I almost choked on my own lust. “You thinkyou’vewaited?” I growled, leaning down and grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back and nipping at her chin. “Between prison and God, I’ve practically regrown my virginity.”
She snorted, but her jaw dropped when I flexed my hips and held, arching her against the grip I had on her hair. It felt so good I shuddered, and her breath caught, so I did it again.
“Sam… please.”
“I like you begging for me.”
“Please!”
Our bodies were already slick, she was gripping me, arching against me,askingfor me, and I almost lost control. But there was a moment when it all came home to me.
She was here.
She knew me…all of me.
And she wanted me.
She wanted me with a fire I could see in her eyes.
It was… humbling. And so arousing, for a second I was genuinely afraid I’d explode the moment I entered her.
So I rocked against her one more time, holding the pressure, then releasing her hair to cup her face and hold myself over her—and I didn’t move.
“Sam, I saiddon’ttease me!”
“I’m not, I’m just… taking it in,” I said, my voice gruff with need.
She blinked and her face softened. “Taking in what?”
“You. The miracle that you’re here. That you want me.Allof me.”
Her eyes widened and she let go of my ass to trail her fingertips up my back, then along my sides, then around to cup my jaw in both hands, staring at me as if she was awed.
“Sam… you remember you’re thegoodguy here, right?” she said, and there was a flash of a shadow as she searched my eyes—a hollow fear in her that made my stomach pang and made me want to fight demons for her.
“This isn’t about good or bad, babe,” I murmured to her, swallowing as I positioned myself, ready to take her. “This is aboutright.And you are so… sorightfor me.”
She nodded. “I am.” Her eyes shone and she bit her lip.
“Are you ready?” I murmured, sliding my free hand under her nape, to cup her head and hold her.
She went very still, and there was a flash of panic in my chest—was she having second thoughts.
But then her throat bobbed and…
“I’ve been ready for you my whole life,” she whispered.
“Oh,God,Bridget!” I groaned, then took her mouth and plunged into her, taking her in a single, claiming stroke.
Her mouth opened under mine, our twin breaths roaring, mingling. Her head dropped back, and I cradled it as I took her again and she whimpered. Then again, breaking a cry from her throat. Then again.