a little strangled, too.
“You have beautiful skin,” he murmured, his voice so quiet she wondered if he even knew she heard him. He reached out a hand and traced the white scars peppering her stomach. “Nobody should disfigure it like this.” The way his eyes narrowed lit a flare of hope in her stomach.
It was an idea she liked too much, the thought of this big man being her protector and not her hunter. She needed to rein herself in, slap herself back into reality. She wasn’t Cinderella, and he wasn’t offering her a happy-ever-after. Fairy tales didn’t happen in real life. But then, nor did horror stories, and she’d had her fair share of those.
She shook her head, trying to get the negative thoughts to leave. Like he knew what she was thinking, Murphy leaned down and grabbed the back of her head, pushing his mouth against hers. Pressing his other hand against her lower back, he pulled her toward him until their bodies meshed. The feeling of his body against hers was enough to push everything else out, replacing her fear with desperation.
“Christ, I want you again.” He pulled away from her lips, brushing little kisses down to her throat. He dragged his lips toward her chest, kissing and licking at her skin like it was something to eat. She cupped his head, clutching at his hair, tugging enough to make him moan.
He turned his head, wrapping his warm lips around her fabric-covered nipple, and dragged his teeth against them. Hot sensations flashed through her body, making them stiffen with pleasure when he sucked and pulled. It felt so very fucking good.
“Please …” Her voice cracked. She needed more. More of him teasing her, driving her crazy. She wanted to feel him in the worst way. Her fingers grasped at the buttons of his shirt, pulling them open, helping him shrug it off. He unclasped her bra and threw it away, pushing his naked chest against hers.
Her jeans were the next to go before his arms wrapped around her waist, thick and strong against her slenderness. He was still half dressed, his legs covered with dark blue denim, while she was pretty much naked.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” He lifted her against him, placing a hand beneath her ass, cradling her body to his chest. She curled her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, kissing his hot, burning skin with cool lips.
He was doing it already, making her feel good, holding her body against his until she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her weight seemed to make no difference to him, like he carried around sacks for a living, was used to flexing his muscles and bracing his legs.
“Okay.” She pulled his head toward her again, sucking in his bottom lip between her own. She flicked her tongue across it, teasing until he couldn’t resist taking her mouth again.
He carried her the short distance to the pool table, turning her body until she was face down. He lifted her up, splaying her against the blue baize, pulling her panties down until there was nothing left.
She lay there, her cheek flat against the soft, warm fabric, her hips braced on the wooden sides. He ran a finger down from her neck, dragging it down her spine until he reached the tip of her tailbone, the multiple nerve endings singing at his touch.
She arched her back and he pushed her back down, his hand light but firm. Then he pushed his hands between her thighs, prying them apart until she was making a vee, her feet dangling from the table.
“You look fucking beautiful.” His voice caught in his throat. His fingers dipped lower, sliding across her ass, brushing along her hole until he met her slick, hot pussy. Curling his fingers together, he slid them along, making her want to arch her back, though the way his hand pushed down on her kept her still.
“You like this?” He curled his thumb until it pushed against her clit, soft enough to make her need more. She tried to push her ass up, but he pressured her down again, and she moaned into
“You have beautiful skin,” he murmured, his voice so quiet she wondered if he even knew she heard him. He reached out a hand and traced the white scars peppering her stomach. “Nobody should disfigure it like this.” The way his eyes narrowed lit a flare of hope in her stomach.
It was an idea she liked too much, the thought of this big man being her protector and not her hunter. She needed to rein herself in, slap herself back into reality. She wasn’t Cinderella, and he wasn’t offering her a happy-ever-after. Fairy tales didn’t happen in real life. But then, nor did horror stories, and she’d had her fair share of those.
She shook her head, trying to get the negative thoughts to leave. Like he knew what she was thinking, Murphy leaned down and grabbed the back of her head, pushing his mouth against hers. Pressing his other hand against her lower back, he pulled her toward him until their bodies meshed. The feeling of his body against hers was enough to push everything else out, replacing her fear with desperation.
“Christ, I want you again.” He pulled away from her lips, brushing little kisses down to her throat. He dragged his lips toward her chest, kissing and licking at her skin like it was something to eat. She cupped his head, clutching at his hair, tugging enough to make him moan.
He turned his head, wrapping his warm lips around her fabric-covered nipple, and dragged his teeth against them. Hot sensations flashed through her body, making them stiffen with pleasure when he sucked and pulled. It felt so very fucking good.
“Please …” Her voice cracked. She needed more. More of him teasing her, driving her crazy. She wanted to feel him in the worst way. Her fingers grasped at the buttons of his shirt, pulling them open, helping him shrug it off. He unclasped her bra and threw it away, pushing his naked chest against hers.
Her jeans were the next to go before his arms wrapped around her waist, thick and strong against her slenderness. He was still half dressed, his legs covered with dark blue denim, while she was pretty much naked.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” He lifted her against him, placing a hand beneath her ass, cradling her body to his chest. She curled her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, kissing his hot, burning skin with cool lips.
He was doing it already, making her feel good, holding her body against his until she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her weight seemed to make no difference to him, like he carried around sacks for a living, was used to flexing his muscles and bracing his legs.
“Okay.” She pulled his head toward her again, sucking in his bottom lip between her own. She flicked her tongue across it, teasing until he couldn’t resist taking her mouth again.
He carried her the short distance to the pool table, turning her body until she was face down. He lifted her up, splaying her against the blue baize, pulling her panties down until there was nothing left.
She lay there, her cheek flat against the soft, warm fabric, her hips braced on the wooden sides. He ran a finger down from her neck, dragging it down her spine until he reached the tip of her tailbone, the multiple nerve endings singing at his touch.
She arched her back and he pushed her back down, his hand light but firm. Then he pushed his hands between her thighs, prying them apart until she was making a vee, her feet dangling from the table.
“You look fucking beautiful.” His voice caught in his throat. His fingers dipped lower, sliding across her ass, brushing along her hole until he met her slick, hot pussy. Curling his fingers together, he slid them along, making her want to arch her back, though the way his hand pushed down on her kept her still.
“You like this?” He curled his thumb until it pushed against her clit, soft enough to make her need more. She tried to push her ass up, but he pressured her down again, and she moaned into
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