Twisted By Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1 by Jasmine Haynes

fall back, steadying herself with her legs around him and
her hands on his biceps.
    “So that’s all you want from me.” Still
playing her with one hand, he edged the silky material off her
hip.
    “Yes. God, yes.”
    Then he used both hands to yank on her
panties. She lifted, felt the material slide away, and he stepped
back, tossing the panties onto the floor. She was naked beneath the
skirt. Free.
    Between her thighs again, he held her hand to
his erection. “Is this what you want?” His face was a mass of tense
lines.
    “Yes. Please.” She squeezed him until he
groaned. “I don’t know why you make me feel this way. I’ve never
been like this with anyone else.” She found herself admitting
things she wouldn’t if she were in her right mind.
    “You’re like this with me, only me.” He
tugged on his belt, opened, unzipped over the hard bulge in his
briefs.
    It was so different from the other night.
Then he’d been playful, coaxing, leading her. This time it was her,
demanding, needing. She pulled him free, stroked the thick length.
He put his fingers on her again, one inside her. She could hardly
breathe. “I want you. Now.”
    “You’re so wet.”
    She rocked with his movements on her. “It’s
been so long.” So long since she’d felt him inside her. So long
since she’d taken him. So long since...
    His clever fingers stilled, left her. “Look
at me.”
    Brushing aside the thoughts feathering
through her mind, she let her gaze trace every inch of his face.
“I’m looking.” God, he was perfect, far from handsome yet all hot,
hard masculinity.
    Shifting, he pulled a condom from his pocket.
“We were thinking the same thing.”
    She let her lips curve. “I had some in the
bedroom.”
    He tore the packet, tossed the wrapper on the
counter, and rolled the condom down.
    “First I want to watch you come.” He glided
over her flesh, sending heat and sensation coursing through her. “I
want to remember how you look.”
    Once again, she wrapped her legs around his
hips, leaning back on her hands. “Make me come,” she whispered.
“Then I want you in me.” It was like another woman talking,
begging. “Oh, God, yes.” Her body undulated with his touch. She was
on fire inside.
    She closed her eyes, colored lights playing
behind her lids like a kaleidoscope. There was only her body, and
his touch. In what seemed like only moments, she exploded for him.
Her head bumped the cabinet, but she didn’t care. She rode the
climax.
    “Now,” he said, his voice far away and yet so
close. Then he braced her with a hand at the small of her back, and
before she’d even come down off the orgasmic high, he thrust.
    Livie screamed. This time it was pure
pleasure.
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
     
    She was like a glove around him, soft,
yielding yet the fit tight and consuming once he was deep inside
her. Bern held still a long moment, savoring her heat and the
ripple of her muscles along his length.
    “Christ,” he whispered into her hair. The
locks were soft, her skin scented with lavender and the sweet,
sexual perfume of arousal.
    Being inside her was like coming home after a
long, arduous journey, one he thought he’d never survive. He’d
dreamed of her every night, and those dreams had brought him
through. It didn’t feel like three weeks, or a month, or a year. It
felt like a lifetime.
    He began a slow, sweet pump inside her.
    “Right there,” she whispered. “Exactly
there.”
    He didn’t know what she meant, whether he’d
found the perfect place inside her, or if, like him, this was the
place she needed to be.
    They clung to each other. She held her hands
to his hips, tightened her legs around him, and urged him deeper,
faster. He’d seen her climax, and now, though his eyes were closed
and his face was buried against her neck, he could see the beauty
of desire on her face. He felt as if he’d had her a thousand times
and yet it had never been enough.
    Then he let sensation rule, the silk of