Crushing on Love (The Bradens of Peaceful Harbor, Book Four) by Melissa Foster Page B

embarrassed at how quickly she neared the edge and how desperately she was clinging to him, thrusting and moaning like an addict.
    He tore his mouth from hers and sucked her lower lip, groaning as he pushed his finger deep inside her. His thumb touched her swollen nerves and lights burst behind her closed lids. Her sex pulsed, her fingernails pierced his arms, and he captured her cries in another earth-shattering kiss that made her detonate all over again.
    She clung limply to him, panting and shaking as she pressed her lips to his chest and said, “Sorry, it’s been a long time.”
    He curled a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face, gazing into her eyes with so much emotion she knew she’d remember this moment forever.
    “Feeling you come is magnificent. If I have it my way, you’ll be so sated by morning, you won’t have enough energy to be embarrassed.”
    He withdrew his hand from her shorts and held her gaze as he swept his glistening fingers over her lips and followed them with his tongue.
    “Still on the same page?” he asked in a husky voice.
    Oh, Lord, yes . It was all she could do to nod.
    A devilish grin spread across his face. He hooked his fingers into the waist of her shorts and pulled them over her hips. They slid down and puddled at her feet. He loosened his belt, pinning her in place with a dark, seductive stare as he stepped from his jeans.
    Her eyes fell to his eager erection, and she felt them widen at his girth and length.
    “No underwear,” he said softly. “Seems I was in a hurry, too. Another thing we have in common.”
    Underwear? That was the last thing on her mind. She’d seen enough skivvy-clad models on Pinterest to know he was hugely endowed. She bit her lip to keep her greedy smile from giving away her delight.
    He lifted her sweater over her head and raked his eyes down her naked body.
    “Lord have mercy, Butterfly, you are stunning.”
    He took her in another sweet, slow kiss. Her breathing quickened at the feel of his rough hands traveling up her hips, over her ribs, and brushing the sides of her breasts. She closed her eyes, surrendering to him as he explored her curves. When he kissed the corner of her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck, her head tipped back. He pressed a kiss to each of her nipples, circled them with his tongue, and as she arched forward, hoping for more, he dropped lower. He kissed her ribs, the center of her stomach, each hip. His hands slid down her torso, and he clutched her waist, kissing her above her damp curls.
    When he slicked his tongue between her legs, she grabbed ahold of his hair for stability. God she loved his hair. She wanted to look, to watch him love her, but she was too lost in his breath sliding over her dampness, the burn of his hands as he splayed them across her upper thighs, drawing them farther apart. Then his mouth was on her, loving her deep and fast, teasing her with merciless mastery.
    She had a two-fisted hold on him as she rocked against his mouth, shaking and gasping. “ Oh . There. Oh God …”
    He slid his finger inside her as he loved her with his mouth and found the spot that detonated another intense climax. She shuddered and cried out. An indiscernible stream of whimpers and moans filled the room, and he continued working his magic, making her come hard again and again. And just when she thought she’d fall limply to the ground, she was in his arms again and he was kissing her back to life. She inhaled the pungent smell of her desire. Evidence of what he’d done to her lingered on his tongue, and she didn’t care. She wanted more and ate at his mouth like a ravenous nymph. He swept her beneath him on the mattress, his hard length pressing against her belly as they kissed and kissed, hard and soft, urgent and easy. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands slid down her thighs, making her shiver and ache.
    Their kisses turned fierce and messy. Their teeth clanked, tongues tangled, and every fiber of