Glow by Beth Kery Page B

start.”
    She knew what he meant. He’d had it every bit as rough as Alice growing up. Both of them had learned the hard way that to trust was to eventually hurt.
    To
not
trust hurt, too, though. Dylan was teaching Alice that lesson for the first time in her life.
    â€œI’m sorry,” she said miserably, because she’d seen the flicker of pain on his face when she’d said she didn’t trust him, despite his tough response. She’d caused him pain, and that knowledge hurt her, in turn. “I just thought I should tell you. It only seemed fair.”
    â€œBut you came tonight. For this?” he asked, and his hands on her breasts tightened slightly.
    â€œYes.” She bit her lower lip when he resumed massaging her breasts and stroking her nipples with his thumbs. He was crouched over her, his strong thighs spread, his crotch suspended less than an inch above her lower belly and sex. As he resumed caressing her breasts, she felt his cock come into contact with her skin asthe weight of his erection mounted. She moaned, the elusive touch of his desire tormenting her. “I came for you,” she confirmed in a heated rush. “I came because I need you.”
    â€œEven if you don’t trust me?” he asked in a hard, dry tone, still molding her breasts to his hands and teasing her nipples with his fingertips.
    Heat swept through her chest and face. “Isn’t it enough? That I’m here? That I let you tie me to this bed. That I’d let you do anything to me here?” she asked desperately.
    His magical hands slowed. Holding her stare, he lifted his hand and pushed his blunt fingertips against her flushed lips.
    â€œAnything?”
    â€œAnything,” she whispered, arousal swelling in her.
    â€œAnd you say you don’t trust,” he said so quietly, for a moment Alice thought she hadn’t heard him correctly.
    His head lowered again, and her thoughts splintered as he kissed her breasts and ribs and heaving belly, pausing to taste her with the tip of his tongue or bite gently at the curve of her hip. Her skin roughened. She pulled on her restraints, squirming on the bed, but the straps remained secure—holding her in place for pleasure.
    Making it impossible to run. She loved him for knowing she required that. Especially tonight.
    There was no teasing or build-up to ecstasy—or at least very little of it, anyway. One second, Dylan was feathering his tongue across her hipbone, and the next, he was dipping it between her labia and laving her clit hard. Alice’s body tightened and jerked. Her shout of surprise segued to a moan. The pleasure was hot, flooding, and intense. She twisted her hips, not wanting to escape necessarily, but instinctively flinching from such an onrush of sensation.
    Dylan captured her hips and held her down on the bed, demanding a steady target. He turned his head to find a new angle with which to torture her with the firm mastery of his tongue. She lifted her headfrom the pillows, watching him. He lashed and agitated her clit, his actions bold and lewd one moment, gentle and soothing the next. His mouth applied the most concise, yet subtle suction. Her entire body seized in pleasure. It felt like he filled her with it, every movement, every second that passed, mounting the unbearable friction
    Finally, she broke and shuddered in his hold.
    Even as she struggled to recover from her orgasm, she felt him slide a finger into her slit. She clamped him without thought, still in the clutches of her climax.
    â€œThat’s right. I can feel you coming for me.”
    Alice opened her eyes to find him staring at her face. His eyes shone with lust. His sensual, firm lips, chin, and nose glistened from her juices. She whimpered at the sight of him, another shudder of pleasure rippling through her. He stroked her higher with his finger, his mouth slanting with arousal. He had lowered over her, and now knelt between her spread