Unleashing the Storm by Sydney Croft Page B

to make it.
    “I’m
the only one who can keep you safe now. Keep you, fuck you, satisfy you,” he
murmured, his fingers brushing between her legs deftly, not lightly, the way
she liked to be touched.
    “God,
yes.”
    “Going
to let me help you?”
    “I
hate you,” she moaned, even as she arched up against his erection. “Do it. Do
it now, Tommy.”
    “One
thing.” He grabbed her wrists and pushed them above her head. In one swift
movement, she found her wrists handcuffed together. “You’re not the one giving
the orders anymore.”
    “Bastard,”
she said. At least, she tried to say that, but her ears heard something more
like, “I don’t care,” because right at this moment, she didn’t. Later, she’d
care a whole lot, but now she needed him.
    “Now
that we’ve got that settled…” His voice, a rough caress, made her skin tingle.
He drew the callused palm of his hand down one arm stretched above her head,
then down her side, to her hip, and every inch of the path his hand took
sizzled.
    She
wriggled, worked her legs out from under his so she could wrap them around his
waist. The hard length of his erection rubbed her through the fabric of his
sweat shorts in just the right place, made her groan, but it wasn’t enough.
    His
fingers slipped beneath her waistband, and then he released her cuffed arms and
pulled away enough to strip her of the shorts. The soft grass tickled her bare
skin as she let her knees fall open. Cool night air caressed the very place she
wanted Tom to be, but he just sat there on his knees between hers, his eyes
glittering in the moonlight. His chest heaved, his gaze burned her skin where
it landed.
    A
muscle in his jaw twitched with the force of his clenched teeth, and she
inhaled, found the harsh scent of anger beneath the more potent aroma of lust.
A battle raged inside him, and terror sliced through her like a cold blade.
What if he wasn’t going to do this? What if he left her to suffer and die in
the field?
    “Tommy?”
    She
reached her cuffed hands out for him, tried to sit up, but he pushed her back
down with one forceful hand to the ribs. His other hand gripped her thigh,
spread her wide, and she breathed a sigh of relief as he backed up, put his
mouth between her legs like she’d been wanting him to do since they’d met.
Angling her pelvis to meet him, she melted at the first gush of hot breath that
enveloped her sex.
    His
fingers parted her swollen flesh, opening her completely to his invading
tongue. She struggled to suck in a ragged breath as she shivered with the
deliciousness of his eager licks, and though this wasn’t what she needed, his
talented mouth dared her to argue. She lost the dare. Her body would just have
to wait a few minutes longer to get what it craved.
    “I’ve
thought about how you’d taste,” he said, in a low, guttural voice, and she
whimpered, arched against his mouth. He sucked her throbbing nub between his
lips, pulled hard, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
“Jesus,” he panted. “It’s like a fucking drug.”
    He
dragged his tongue up her center, lapped at her juices like he’d die if he
didn’t get enough of her. Two fingers thrust smoothly into her slick entrance,
and his thumb pushed up on her clit as his tongue flicked over it. Sliding his
fingers in and out, he found a rhythm that made her writhe.
    “That’s
it,” he said, his voice vibrating deep inside her sex. “Fuck my hand.”
    She
moaned. “Yes, Tommy, yes.”
    Oh,
damn, he was good at this, and she reached for him, gripped his hair to hold
him there even though he wasn’t going anywhere. The cold metal cuffs sent a
chill up her belly from where they rested against her hot skin.
    Still
easing in and out with his fingers, he reached for the cuffs with his other
hand. He dragged her wrists down, breaking her hold on his hair, and then she
gasped when he used the chain between the steel bracelets to stroke her clit.
The action forced her to spread