I pulled his head down again, everything in me tensing with expectation when he reached inside my jeans, his other arm still supporting me. Then a moan tore from my throat at his fingers seeking out all the spots that made me burn. I arched against him, gasps spilling out between our kisses, reaching down to grab that lusciously hard flesh beneath his zipper. It overflowed my hand, too thick to close my fingers around, pulsating with his power and the blood Bones directed there. I rubbed him in time to the same dynamic strokes that he used, his mouth absorbing my wordless cries.
One Grave at a Time, Night Huntress #6 by Jeaniene Frost - 08/30/2011
Now it's your turn, link up and show me your sexy!