Twist My Heart, Brooke Taylor [best 7 inch ereader TXT] 📗

the sight of those green irises of his set ablaze, along with all the candles flickering around us. I gasped as he thumbed my nipple. His rough knuckle flicked back and forth over it. Like a switch, it turned everything inside of me on. On edge. On fire.

I swallowed back my heady eagerness, needing to keep my head about me in order to remember every single amazing moment of this. But it was futile. Unable to patiently endure such sweet torture, I fumbled with the button on his pants and slid the zipper down. Letting my fingertips explore even farther, my nails scraped the tight denim. His breath hitched as I raked the straining, circular outline below his shaft.

His voice came out hoarse and shaky as he rocked unsteadily on his heels. “Maybe you have done this before.”

“No. Only with you.” I lifted on my toes to better taste his lips, his tongue.

He clasped my buttocks, gripping my flesh as he hoisted me up. My legs didn’t have a chance to lock around his waist before he spun my back to the bed and dropped me to the soft sheepskin with a squeal. Hovering over me, he worked through the last remaining buttons on the flannel shirt as his eyes cut down my midsection.

“Pink string bikinis?” he snarled as his large, callused hands dragged up my legs. “You’re killing me right now, Tiggs.”

Shivers chased along my spine as his thumbs curled in to stroke my inner thighs. He spread my legs farther apart, barely fitting his large body between them. His eyes locked on mine as he knelt between my knees. While dropping kisses low on my abdomen, he hooked his chin on the thin elastic band of my panties and used the stubble-rough edge to drag the silky fabric down.

Sliding his tongue across my smooth, newly bare skin, he stopped and murmured, “Holy fuck.” No doubt he was aware of the drastically different texture than his hand had experienced in the dressing room. His hot mouth hovered over my exposed sex. His fire-filled eyes lifted, his brows rising even higher. “Was this one of the things you Googled?”

I shifted up on my elbows to meet his gaze, barely able to move as my pubic bone was locked down by his face. Biting my lower lip, I nodded. “I borrowed your razor. I hope that’s okay.”

“Google told you it was okay to steal a man’s razor for such a dirty deed?” His rough chin, still hooked between my pulled-down panties and my fully naked sex, brushed mind-blowingly against my clit with each drawn-out word. I panted for breath as the sensations of his soft lips and hot breath skirted sinfully across me. “I had no idea you were such a naughty girl.”

“I’m a fugitive, I do very bad things,” I managed between breathless gasps.

“Yes, you do. I’m putting a camera in my bathroom if this is the kind of thing you do in there.”

“You and your cameras.” My body struggled as I fought another shiver. “You just want to watch.”

“I want to do more than watch. God, Thea, the way the scent of your arousal is mixing with your skin and the lingering hint my shaving cream…” He widened his nostrils, pulling the breath deep into his lungs as if it could reach places normal air couldn’t. “It’s like I’m already inside of you.”

He rolled his tongue out, lapping my exposed skin. Parting his lips, he clamped over my sex in a series of soft, sucking bites. Sharp stabs of pleasure had me writhing, the intensity too much and not enough all at the same time. But his wide hands had locked on my legs, preventing the desperate arch his sucking demanded. All he allowed was the buck of my hips, drawing my sex further against his feasting mouth. I turned my head, biting back a sharp gasp.

And then it all came to a sudden stop.

I shot a look down, meeting his bold eyes. Playful sparks danced in them as a hungry-for-more grin tugged on his lips. He stood.

“We don’t play the Quiet Game in here, Tiggs. I want to hear every single noise I wring from you loud and clear.” He fisted the thin, pink band of silk. With a quick yank, he dragged my panties past my ankles and worked them off my feet, before tossing them aside. His lips curled in a snarl. Without warning, he knelt down, throwing my knees over his shoulders as his tongue delved inside me.

“Holy Mary, mother of God…” I half moaned, half wailed, so glad I didn’t need to hold the noise in as my heels dug into his back.

I lost count of how many times I thought I’d have to be pried from the ceiling in ecstasy. His mouth relentless, and his fingers…one…a pleasurably tight two…and an almost impossible three. As I slowly came down from another orgasm, a crinkling sound caused me to open my eyes.

Nik wrapped his fingers around his shaft, stroking it a few times as his eyes coursed over me. When had he stripped completely naked? The last time I’d noticed, he’d still had jeans on. Sort of. My heels digging into his sides had shucked them mostly down. Had I blacked out on the last orgasm? What else had I missed?

A small foil square dangled from his teeth as his hands wrapped my hips and heaved my body from the middle of the bed back to the edge. He hooked my legs around his bare hips as he rocked forward, rubbing his length against me as I moaned out in pleasure.

His eyes roved over me with savoring slowness, with awe. His well-defined body glistened with a hint of shine, the heady scent of his skin filling my lungs. Towering over me, Nik looked every bit the God of Safe Sex and I his eager and willing virgin sacrifice.

He grinned, the condom package still hanging by a corner between his white teeth. With a soft touch