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

unexpected. “Do you come
out here often to watch the lights?”
    “If I can’t sleep. It’s not the lights so
much as how the bay seems to swallow everything like a black hole.
Except when there’s a full moon. Then you see it glittering in the
water.”
    Parting the robe, he slid a hand in to cup
her breast. Her nipple beaded against his palm and her center
melted for him. “It makes you wonder about all the cosmic
possibilities.”
    His breath was warm across her cheek. He
pinched her nipple lightly, and suddenly the night was hot. She
held the wineglass in one hand, gripped the railing with the
other.
    “So many possibilities,” he whispered. Then
he dropped his hand from her breast to the robe’s opening below the
tie.
    She’d thrown on the robe, but no panties, and
he unerringly slid between her folds. Livie closed her eyes,
moaned, held the wineglass a little tighter so she wouldn’t drop
it.
    “You’re still wet.”
    She couldn’t say a word as he stroked her.
The lights were like stars behind her lids.
    “I can’t get enough of you.” His hand was
gone, and she tipped her head slightly, opening her eyes to see him
suck her juice from his fingers. The sight was incredibly arousing.
“I love your taste,” he murmured.
    She’d never known anyone like him. So
sensual. Far beyond a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, he seemed to relish
every touch, every taste.
    Holding her gaze, he said, “I want you right
here.” His words were needy, intense, calling to her the way
everything about him did.
    The balcony was dark. And while there were
nearby apartments, they were farther down the hill. The street was
empty, parked cars but no movement. It they were to be seen,
someone would have to know to look up here, and she didn’t think
they’d see more than shadows. Yet even if it had been blazing
daylight, Livie would have wanted it.
    “Yes,” she told him.
    “You want it, too,” he said, as if he wanted
her in the same place he was, needing it, here and now, with
him.
    She was blind to the night, wanting it badly.
“God, yes. Here. I need you right here.”
    He plucked the glass from her fingers, set it
on a table, then lifted her robe. “You’re perfection.” He traced
the curve of her butt, then pushed his leg between hers, forcing
her to a wider stance. “I want you like this.” He stroked in from
behind, testing her readiness. “Hold onto the railing.”
    Livie held on with both hands, fingers
wrapped tightly. He tugged her robe aside, and cold air washed over
her. Then he slid along her center, coating the condom with her
moisture. He must have been wearing it when he came out. He’d
planned it. Livie didn’t care.
    “Please, do it now,” she begged.
    He entered her without further preamble,
thrusting deep, holding still a moment.
    “Oh God.” The words fell from her lips.
“That’s so good.” He filled her. She leaned forward, savoring the
feel of him as he slid even deeper with the new position. “More,”
she whispered.
    He began to move, withdrawing slowly,
maddeningly, then plunging deep. His rhythm was flawless, turning
her wild, sensation exploding. Her legs quaked and he wrapped a
hand around her waist to steady her. She was going to come, oh God,
yes, then it was rolling through her. She might have cried out,
might even have screamed. As her body contracted around him, he
thrust hard, deep, fast, throbbing inside her, the guttural sound
of his climax dragging her under with him.
     
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    “Mmm, lust is good,” Livie purred against him
as he carried her back into the bedroom.
    There was a hell of a lot more than lust
between them. His gut was telling him that his relationship with
Livie was the most important of his life. Screw the why of it.
Nothing else mattered. He’d just have to convince her of it.
    He laid her in the bed, patted the covers
around her, half expecting her to tell him to go home now that she
was done with him. He wasn’t leaving. He was spending