Touch Me by Jenika Snow

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surrounding her.
    Freya broke away from him. “I want you,
Elijah,” she said again but hoping he saw the unspoken meaning behind those
words. She was wet, her pussy clenching, needing his cock inside of her, and
her nipples hard they felt like they might tear through her bra.
    But he must have known what she wanted, or
maybe he wanted the same thing—a bed—because he took her hand in his and led
her further down the hallway. He walked them into the bedroom, shut the door
with his foot, and in the next second had her pressed
up against the wall and started kissing her again.
    “I can’t keep my hands off of you, not even
long enough to take you to the bed,” he breathed out against her lips.
    He started kissing her again, and slid their
tongues together. He was making her feel so good. God, was he making her feel
so good, and he wasn’t even fucking her yet.
    He broke the kiss and started dragging his
lips up and down her throat, murmuring these erotic, filthy words against her
skin. “I just want to fuck you so hard and thoroughly all you can feel when you
sit down is that twinge of discomfort because my cock was pounding into you the
night before.”
    She gasped from her arousal and because of his
dirty words. No one had ever said anything like that to her before, but damn,
did it make her hot.
    He started sucking at the base of her throat,
and she let her head fall back against the wall, hearing it thump from the
contact.
    “I saw you standing there at the store, and I
swear to fucking everything that is holy I wanted to ravish you right then and
there,” he said on a shaky, deep breath. “But it wasn’t just about having my
dick deep inside of you, Freya.” He nipped at her throat. “It’s about the woman
you’ve become, how beautiful you are on the inside and out. You’re strong, and
that was clear all those years ago. And now you’ve grown even surer of
yourself. I can see that clear as day.”
    “Elijah,” she said his name softly, because
honestly that was as much as she could say at the moment. Her throat felt
tight, dry, and her arousal was so encompassing she felt lightheaded from it.
    “Tell me, Freya.”
    She loved the way he said her name, all husky
and full of unrestrained desire.
    “Tell you…” She meant to repeat his question,
but those two words came out on a moan instead.
    “Tell me what you want.” He pressed his
erection against her belly, and she moaned low in her throat. God, she wanted
this so bad, wanted him so badly. His
dick felt so large against her stomach, so thick and full. She knew once he was
between her thighs, deep in her body, he’d claim every inch of her. It would be
like she was a virgin again, no doubt.
    She swore she felt his cock jerk, or maybe
that was her imagination running wild, thinking that the monster he had between
his thighs was about to tear right through his clothing. It seemed they
wouldn’t be making it to the bed, at least not at the moment, because in the
next few seconds Elijah was moving a step back from her and tearing his clothing
away.
    She watched as his hard, defined chest came
into view. He had a light sprinkling of dark hair that was on his upper chest,
right across his pectoral muscles, and another small patch below his belly
button. That dark hair trailed down and disappeared beneath his jeans.
    When he started going for the button of his
slacks all common sense left her. The room grew still, the air thick. He
unzipped his pants, the sound of that zipper going down seeming so loud it was
like it echoed off the walls. There was no light on in the room. Not even the
light from the moon outside could penetrate the thick surrounding of trees that
encircled the cabin. But despite the darkness, she could see the shapes and
lines of his body … she could see the hardness of him.
    He must have thought the same thing, because
before he pushed his pants all the way down he moved
over to the small table off to the side and turned the