Keeper of the Peace (Graveyard Guardians #2) by Jennifer Malone Wright Page A

couldn’t resist any longer.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she reached for him, running her
hands over his stomach and then bringing her lips to the soft skin
and hard muscles.
    “Oh, God … Hannah.” He released what sounded
like a low growl.
    Unable to wait, she pushed his jeans down
the rest of the way, so all he had to do was step out of them. He
was more than ready for her. She moved her hand lower, gently
brushing over the hardness beneath his boxer briefs.
    He pushed her back down onto the comforter
where she immediately ripped the tank top over her head, revealing
a modest white bra with no decoration whatsoever. Their gazes
locked with each other and she gave him a slight nod. “Stop
wondering,” she whispered.
    “I’m not wondering, I’m thinking.” His eyes
left hers and drank in every inch of her exposed body. I’m probably
dreaming, but I was thinking about how long I’ve wanted this.” He
leaned over the top of her, bracing himself with his left hand and
brought his lips to hers.
    Without separating their lips, he traced his
fingertip up her arm and then downward, finally cupping her breast
and grazing over the material with his thumb. Beneath the fabric,
he felt her nipple harden and she moaned against his lips.
    Her skin was tingling with expectation as
his hand moved downward, continuing his exploration of her body.
Over her ribs, tickling her stomach and then she felt his fingertip
touch the edge of her panties.
    Son of a bitch, she had never, ever in her
life wanted someone to just rip her underwear off and take
advantage of her. She didn’t want to go slow, they could do that
later. She wanted him now.
    Right. Fucking. Now.
    It was hard to believe only a few hours
earlier she had been pushing him away, telling him she didn’t want
to see him. Now, she didn’t want anything else. Suddenly, her hips
shot up when his fingers moved down and grazed between her
legs.
    She sucked in her breath, forcing herself to
relax and let him do as he liked. She looked up and once again
their gazes locked. Reaching up, without separating from his stare,
she tugged the edges of his boxer briefs and slid them down. He
helped her get them off the rest of the way and then returned the
gesture by helping her with her own.
    Once they were off, he slid his hand behind
her back and unclasped her bra with one snap. The material fell
away, exposing her average breasts to the man she once loved. He
finally broke eye contact with her so that he could get a good look
at her entire body.
    Still not speaking, Hannah wrapped her
fingers around the length of him. Holy shit, he was so fucking
hard. Moving her hand up and down, she stroked him softly until a
groan escaped his lips and let his weight fall down on top of
her.
    “Holy shit, if you keep doing that things
will go a lot faster than you want,” he told her.
    “Who said I wanted it slow?” She wrapped her
legs around his waist and rolled her hips a little.
    “Oh really? No savoring the moment for you,
eh?”
    She shook her head. “We can do that later,
right now, I need you as close to me as possible.”
    He grasped one of her hands in each of his
and moved them above her head, holding them in place. Then he held
them with only one hand, reaching down with the other.
    He moved one of her legs aside and the next
thing she knew he had found the sweet spot, gently massaging until
she was practically dripping on the bed. “David, please…” she
begged, moving her hips upward.
    He smiled down at her, then lowered his head
to give her a kiss. As their lips met, he slid his fingers inside
of her and all of her senses erupted. “I need you now.” She was
astounded at the huskiness of her own voice. “Right now!”
    With no further invitation needed, he
withdrew his fingers, moved himself between her legs and then slid
into her.
    She stared into his eyes the entire time. He
kept hold on her hands and murmured something that sounded like
“Thank you, God,” as