Read Online The Grace Series (Book 2): Tainted Grace by M. Lauryl Lewis - Free Book Online
Authors: M. Lauryl Lewis
Ads: Link
die, Boggs.”
“Shush. Right now. Don’t even talk like that.”
He walked toward me and took my head in his hands, looking me straight in the eyes. I knew this look. It was fear.
“We have to be realistic, Adam,” I said. “Life is so fragile now. We have to watch our fronts, our backs, our sides, and there are absolutely no guarantees.”
He placed his forehead against mine and gripped my hair in his hands. Our noses were touching lightly. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Zoe, or our baby. I promise.”
“I know you won’t, but things can still happen. We have to prepare the best we can.”
He tilted my face up toward his and kissed me deeply, his tongue finding mine and moving in a slow rhythm. He moved his hands to the back of my head, tangling his fingers into my loose braid. I could feel his tears on my face.
I broke our kiss and leaned my head back just far enough to speak. “No tears, Boggs. We don’t have time for them. Not anymore, not in this life.”
“I love you,” he whispered.
Before I knew it, my feet were no longer touching the ground and I was in his arms. Within seconds, I was on the bed with him halfway on top of me, his hands frantically reaching up my shirt. I could tell by his touch that he craved the feeling of my flesh. His motions were desperate.
“I love you too, Boggs.”
He pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my pale blue bra. I watched as he took me in with his eyes. I reached up to unbutton his flannel shirt, now craving his flesh as well. He sat up, undid his own buttons, and let the shirt fall onto the bed beside us. He pulled his t-shirt over his head. I traced the cross tattoo on his pectoral with my index finger. His skin was warm and welcoming.
“I want to be inside of you, Zoe, so badly,” he mumbled. “If I could live there, I would.”
I halfway rolled onto my side and reached behind my back, struggling to unclasp my bra. The weight of Boggs sitting on my pelvis made it difficult, but to my relief he took over on the job and freed me from the piece of clothing that was becoming too tight as of late. I turned onto my back again, and Boggs placed his hands over my swollen breasts.
“These have gotten bigger,” he said in a deeper-than-usual voice.
“Ya, my bra’s tight.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he leaned forward and drew one of them into his mouth, sucking deeply and pulling my nipple toward the back of his throat. “You taste so good, Zo, like strawberries,” he mumbled into my breast.
My hands were on his back now, clinging to him, drawing him closer. I could feel the muscles of his back tighten. The feel of his mouth on me, and his smell, caused me to tingle deep down in longing. I lifted my hips to him, craving his manhood. I ground myself against his jeans zipper, which I could feel stretching from the strain of his erection. I groaned with desire, which was quickly turning to frustration.
“Make love to me?” I begged. “Please?”
“Oh I intend to, Zoe Kate.”
And with that, he reached down to the waist of my sweatpants and tugged. I reached my own hands down to assist, and in short order my pants and panties were off and lying on the floor. The room was cold, and the warmth of his skin sent waves of electricity deep into my being. I fought with the button of his jeans, my fingers shaking. This time seemed different. Like it might be our last.
“Slow down, Zoe,” whispered Boggs in a loving, deep moan. “Slow down.”
“I just want you inside of me, Boggs.”
He slipped his hand down between us to help facilitate the undoing of his button. Our fingers were counterproductive mingling with each other, adding to frustrations on both ends. After several painfully long moments of struggling, the button slipped through its buttonhole and Boggs slid his zipper down, his breathing quickening as I squirmed with desire beneath him.
“Shush. Right now. Don’t even talk like that.”
He walked toward me and took my head in his hands, looking me straight in the eyes. I knew this look. It was fear.
“We have to be realistic, Adam,” I said. “Life is so fragile now. We have to watch our fronts, our backs, our sides, and there are absolutely no guarantees.”
He placed his forehead against mine and gripped my hair in his hands. Our noses were touching lightly. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Zoe, or our baby. I promise.”
“I know you won’t, but things can still happen. We have to prepare the best we can.”
He tilted my face up toward his and kissed me deeply, his tongue finding mine and moving in a slow rhythm. He moved his hands to the back of my head, tangling his fingers into my loose braid. I could feel his tears on my face.
I broke our kiss and leaned my head back just far enough to speak. “No tears, Boggs. We don’t have time for them. Not anymore, not in this life.”
“I love you,” he whispered.
Before I knew it, my feet were no longer touching the ground and I was in his arms. Within seconds, I was on the bed with him halfway on top of me, his hands frantically reaching up my shirt. I could tell by his touch that he craved the feeling of my flesh. His motions were desperate.
“I love you too, Boggs.”
He pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my pale blue bra. I watched as he took me in with his eyes. I reached up to unbutton his flannel shirt, now craving his flesh as well. He sat up, undid his own buttons, and let the shirt fall onto the bed beside us. He pulled his t-shirt over his head. I traced the cross tattoo on his pectoral with my index finger. His skin was warm and welcoming.
“I want to be inside of you, Zoe, so badly,” he mumbled. “If I could live there, I would.”
I halfway rolled onto my side and reached behind my back, struggling to unclasp my bra. The weight of Boggs sitting on my pelvis made it difficult, but to my relief he took over on the job and freed me from the piece of clothing that was becoming too tight as of late. I turned onto my back again, and Boggs placed his hands over my swollen breasts.
“These have gotten bigger,” he said in a deeper-than-usual voice.
“Ya, my bra’s tight.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he leaned forward and drew one of them into his mouth, sucking deeply and pulling my nipple toward the back of his throat. “You taste so good, Zo, like strawberries,” he mumbled into my breast.
My hands were on his back now, clinging to him, drawing him closer. I could feel the muscles of his back tighten. The feel of his mouth on me, and his smell, caused me to tingle deep down in longing. I lifted my hips to him, craving his manhood. I ground myself against his jeans zipper, which I could feel stretching from the strain of his erection. I groaned with desire, which was quickly turning to frustration.
“Make love to me?” I begged. “Please?”
“Oh I intend to, Zoe Kate.”
And with that, he reached down to the waist of my sweatpants and tugged. I reached my own hands down to assist, and in short order my pants and panties were off and lying on the floor. The room was cold, and the warmth of his skin sent waves of electricity deep into my being. I fought with the button of his jeans, my fingers shaking. This time seemed different. Like it might be our last.
“Slow down, Zoe,” whispered Boggs in a loving, deep moan. “Slow down.”
“I just want you inside of me, Boggs.”
He slipped his hand down between us to help facilitate the undoing of his button. Our fingers were counterproductive mingling with each other, adding to frustrations on both ends. After several painfully long moments of struggling, the button slipped through its buttonhole and Boggs slid his zipper down, his breathing quickening as I squirmed with desire beneath him.
Similar Books
