Davenport Harbor (Six Degrees Book 3) by Mayra Statham Page B

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    “ Yeah, you know, from the X-Men, the comic book character with the claws? ”
    “ Yeah, I ’ m familiar. ”
    “ Your body is way better than the guy’s in the movie, ” she blurted out, both her hands shifting away from touching me and immediately covering her mouth, and I roared with laughter. I was laughing hard, trying to stop when I noticed she was frowning, but when she noted I couldn’t seem to stop, her cute scowl melted into a smile. Gasping for breath, I grabbed the sides of her beautiful face and kissed her.
    “ I ’ m glad you approve, Kitten, ” I whispered against her lips as I backed her onto the bed, settling us into a spooning position.
    As uncomfortable as my raging hard-on might have felt, I couldn’t deny how great she felt in my arms. The bed, though smaller than my own in the main house, was comfortable, and I had to admit I liked it being the size it was because that meant she had to stick close to me. Suddenly, any worry I had about trying to push things to fast seeped out and I calmed.
    “ Good night, ” she whispered, and I kissed her shoulder, quickly turning off the light on the nightstand before coming right back to her, kissing her shoulder again.
    “ See you in my dreams, baby, ” I whispered, shutting my eyes.
    The darkness mixed with the busy emotional day and the added bonus of her warm body in front of me. With the scent of her hair in my nose, I somehow drifted off into a deep sleep.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Anne
     
    I was lying on my side, still caught in that space between reality and dream. I felt someone snuggled up behind me, but I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t anxious or afraid. I knew who it was. John ’ s body felt too good to fully wake up. Last night was some of the best sleep I had in years.
    Even as I felt my shirt being lifted right below my breasts, I wasn’t afraid. My pulse kicked up in excitement at whatever he was planning. Warm fingertips traced my outer torso. It didn’t tickle or make me uncomfortable. If anything, it woke up every nerve in my body, making my nipples tighten, goose bumps covering my skin, and warmth pooling at my core. The bed shifted slightly, the radiating heat at my back disappearing, but within seconds, his wet, warm mouth was at my hip. My hand moved, fingers in his hair, and I forced myself to open my eyes.
    Sunlight began to filter through the window, the sun filling the darkness of night slowly, almost as slowly as John ’ s mouth kissed my side. As if his movements and the new day were magically in sync. Wetness and an ache began to build at my core as his mouth moved up my body and he nipped the side of my breast.
    “ Mmm. ” Surprised at how fast he had my body trembling with need, that was all I could vocalize.
    He turned me onto my back, his powerful body over mine, his knees on either side of my body, and his very hard and very large erection pressing against my center, making me arch my back into him. I tried to touch him, but he shook his head, lifting my hands above my body, effectively making me his captive. I was about to protest, feeling uneasy about the position, when his fingers intertwined with mine so damn sweetly that it caught me off guard. I completely forgot the feeling of apprehension, of being powerless with him or any man. His eyes revealed that he was as hungry for this as I was. I braced as his face came closer, expecting the kiss to be violent and crushing, but he surprised me.
    It was slow and sweet, his lips tenderly peppering kisses over my mouth, my cheeks, and my neck. Soft moans escaped from somewhere deep inside me while muttered groans of appreciation escaped from him as he kissed me and ground against me.
    “ More, ” I finally muttered and felt him smiling against my neck.
    “ I ’ ll give you more, Kitten. Trust me. Patience. ” The richness of his voice, hoarse with sleep, made me ache all over.
    “ Please, ” I started to beg but stopped when the tips of his