Read Online Losing It: A Collection of VCards by Julia Crane, Stacey Wallace Benefiel, Alexia Purdy, Ednah Walters, Bethany Lopez, A. O. Peart, Nikki Jefford, Tish Thawer, Amy Miles, Heather Hildenbrand, Kristina Circelli, S. M. Boyce, K. A. Last, Melissa Haag, S. T. Bende, Tamara Rose Blodgett, Helen Boswell, Julie Prestsater, Misty Provencher, Ginger Scott, Milda Harris, M. R. Polish - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Julia Crane, Stacey Wallace Benefiel, Alexia Purdy, Ednah Walters, Bethany Lopez, A. O. Peart, Nikki Jefford, Tish Thawer, Amy Miles, Heather Hildenbrand, Kristina Circelli, S. M. Boyce, K. A. Last, Melissa Haag, S. T. Bende, Tamara Rose Blodgett, Helen Boswell, Julie Prestsater, Misty Provencher, Ginger Scott, Milda Harris, M. R. Polish
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fiercest craving. Not just for Micah in a physical sense, but for both of us to finally be released from all of those terrible forces from our past that kept us apart.
He kisses both of my eyelids, and then the tip of his tongue grazes my earlobe before he nips at it. My breath stills as he shifts further down and presses his lips against the hollow of my neck. He dances kisses over the swell of my breasts, and I arch my back and reach under with one hand, unsnapping my bra. He stops what he’s doing and watches me as I take it off the entire way, as I slide my hands down my body and slowly push off my skirt so I’m in nothing but my underwear.
I reach up and run my hand through his hair , positive that I must be blushing all over. Especially when his gaze locks with mine and I see the look in his eyes. So loving, so full of desire, his whole soul bared, just for me.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs.
“No. That would be you.”
He shakes his head, his hand stroking the curve of my hip. His fingertips stop right at the lace edge of my underwear, leaving the rest of my skin burning for his touch. He breathes, “No, Hope. I’m only a fraction of the beauty that you are.”
My fingers knot in his hair as he lowers his head, my breath stolen from me as he kisses my breast. He knows exactly what to do with his mouth, and with his hand too as he strokes my legs and coaxes them apart. He’s already driving me crazy, and I have the craziest thought to match.
If only we were actually immortal, this would never end.
He inches his body down mine and kisses me right above my navel, his mouth tracing a path of heat lower as his hand edges up my leg with maddening slowness. I grip his hair with one hand and run my nails over his back with the other, loving the sound of his groan.
I struggle to get air as he so, so carefully slides down my underwear. His touch is gentle and knowing as he caresses my inner thigh, and I feel my restlessness build as he shifts his body between my legs. We’ve never gone this far before, but I’m not self-conscious anymore. I let the thought settle over me like comfort and need and wanting all at once, and it feels so good, so right and perfect. He lowers his head over me, and that perfect feeling becomes a million times more intense as his tongue flicks against me. He does it again, sending a ripple of pleasure through me so hot that I cry out, and he doesn’t stop until I’m about to go over the edge. But then he pulls back, letting me hover on the brink of ecstasy.
I might die all over again. And again as I watch him get off the bed, my whole body aching for him to come back.
He stares down at me, looking pretty damned uncomfortable in his jeans. I feel like a sweaty, panting, liquid bundle of nerves, so I can’t even imagine what I must look like to him. But he’s so beautiful, and his eyes are so full of desire.
“Do you have anything? Because I’ll fly out to get us something if you need me to, but I’m so out of my head right now that I might crash.”
I sit up, laughing a little because he can still be so silly at a time like this. Maybe it’s inappropriate, but I take a second to thank the gods for making my big brother be real and insist that I have protection in case I ever need it.
“You don’t have to fly anywhere,” I say, blushing again. “I have something.”
I get out of bed and dig around in my dresser drawer for the small square box. When I turn around again, Micah’s in my bed, propped up on one elbow and watching me. He’s half under the covers, his pants and boxer briefs on the floor, and I swear my heart flutters in my chest for real this time. I walk back over, conscious of the heat of his gaze, and get under the covers next to him. I place my hand over his heart and feel it steady and strong, tracing my fingertips over the hardness of his chest and pausing at a few new scars that I’ve never seen before. He explores me too, his hands moving down the
He kisses both of my eyelids, and then the tip of his tongue grazes my earlobe before he nips at it. My breath stills as he shifts further down and presses his lips against the hollow of my neck. He dances kisses over the swell of my breasts, and I arch my back and reach under with one hand, unsnapping my bra. He stops what he’s doing and watches me as I take it off the entire way, as I slide my hands down my body and slowly push off my skirt so I’m in nothing but my underwear.
I reach up and run my hand through his hair , positive that I must be blushing all over. Especially when his gaze locks with mine and I see the look in his eyes. So loving, so full of desire, his whole soul bared, just for me.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs.
“No. That would be you.”
He shakes his head, his hand stroking the curve of my hip. His fingertips stop right at the lace edge of my underwear, leaving the rest of my skin burning for his touch. He breathes, “No, Hope. I’m only a fraction of the beauty that you are.”
My fingers knot in his hair as he lowers his head, my breath stolen from me as he kisses my breast. He knows exactly what to do with his mouth, and with his hand too as he strokes my legs and coaxes them apart. He’s already driving me crazy, and I have the craziest thought to match.
If only we were actually immortal, this would never end.
He inches his body down mine and kisses me right above my navel, his mouth tracing a path of heat lower as his hand edges up my leg with maddening slowness. I grip his hair with one hand and run my nails over his back with the other, loving the sound of his groan.
I struggle to get air as he so, so carefully slides down my underwear. His touch is gentle and knowing as he caresses my inner thigh, and I feel my restlessness build as he shifts his body between my legs. We’ve never gone this far before, but I’m not self-conscious anymore. I let the thought settle over me like comfort and need and wanting all at once, and it feels so good, so right and perfect. He lowers his head over me, and that perfect feeling becomes a million times more intense as his tongue flicks against me. He does it again, sending a ripple of pleasure through me so hot that I cry out, and he doesn’t stop until I’m about to go over the edge. But then he pulls back, letting me hover on the brink of ecstasy.
I might die all over again. And again as I watch him get off the bed, my whole body aching for him to come back.
He stares down at me, looking pretty damned uncomfortable in his jeans. I feel like a sweaty, panting, liquid bundle of nerves, so I can’t even imagine what I must look like to him. But he’s so beautiful, and his eyes are so full of desire.
“Do you have anything? Because I’ll fly out to get us something if you need me to, but I’m so out of my head right now that I might crash.”
I sit up, laughing a little because he can still be so silly at a time like this. Maybe it’s inappropriate, but I take a second to thank the gods for making my big brother be real and insist that I have protection in case I ever need it.
“You don’t have to fly anywhere,” I say, blushing again. “I have something.”
I get out of bed and dig around in my dresser drawer for the small square box. When I turn around again, Micah’s in my bed, propped up on one elbow and watching me. He’s half under the covers, his pants and boxer briefs on the floor, and I swear my heart flutters in my chest for real this time. I walk back over, conscious of the heat of his gaze, and get under the covers next to him. I place my hand over his heart and feel it steady and strong, tracing my fingertips over the hardness of his chest and pausing at a few new scars that I’ve never seen before. He explores me too, his hands moving down the
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