EMBER - Part Three (The EMBER Series, #3) by Deborah Bladon Page A
Authors: Deborah Bladon
Tags: alpha male, alpha male romance, new adult romance, new adult romance with sex, bad boy, Bad Boy romance, deborah blandon, deborah blanton, deborah bladon romance, deborah blandon ember, ember part three
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actually want him to fuck me. My body is aching for it. I've wanted him to take me this way for days and when he texted me an hour ago to say he was coming over, I'd dropped my sketchpad on the bed in the other room and I'd taken a quick shower to freshen up.
I kissed him the minute he walked over the threshold into my apartment and he was quick to yank my clothes off before sliding out of the jeans and sweater he was wearing. Now, as he leans his back against the wall of my bedroom, I rest my cheek against his firm thigh.
"Lick it again." He pulls gently on my hair. "Let me see your tongue on it."
I shift back enough that I know that when he looks down he can see my mouth touching him. I slide my tongue over the head, stopping to circle it again and again. I wrap both my hands around the thickness, sliding them slowly up and down.
"Bridget." My name gets lost in a moan. "I need to fuck you now."
I have little time to react before his hands slide from my hair to my shoulders. He jerks me up, and in one quick movement, I'm on my back on the bed. He leans forward, his moist lips meeting mine in a sensual, deep and core touching kiss.
I reach up to grab his face but his hands are quicker than mine. He pushes them down, so they're resting on the sheets. "I have to put on a condom. Don't move. Don't move an inch."
I nod without a word. I pull in a deep breath as I watch him reach towards the nightstand to pull out a condom package. He rips it open without breaking our gaze. My eyes drop as I watch him sheath his erection quickly and deftly. His hand circles his cock, pulling the condom into place.
His eyes rake over my nude body. "You're so beautiful."
I blush at the compliment. I don't feel exposed when he looks at me. I always feel cherished and admired. My body may not be perfect in the eyes of many men, but I know when Dane looks at it, that he's seeing something he desires at the deepest level possible.
I cry out when he rams himself into me balls deep in one movement. I arch my back trying to adjust to the full length and girth of him.
"Take it," he whispers the words against my lips. "Feel it all."
I reach up to cup his cheeks in my hands. "I feel it. Please."
He starts moving. His hips pounding out a steady rhythm as his hands rest on the bed above me. With each pulsing thrust of his body against mine, a small growl flows from his lips. It's masculine. It's intoxicating and the sheer depth of him inside of me pulls my desire to the surface.
I clench myself around him, which only spurs him on more.
"Fuck," he says into the still air as he throws his head back. "Ah, fuck."
He pumps his hips into mine, each movement deeper than the last. I cling to his face, wanting to find my release so he can chase his own. I know he won't come until I do.
"Dane," I call out his name as I feel the rush approaching.
He adjusts his leg on the bed to gain leverage with his knee, curves his hand under my ass and drills his cock into me with a fierce tenderness I've never felt before.
I pull him closer as I feel the edge approaching and as I climax, I call out his name in a heated rush. He pumps one last time and through clenched teeth he lets out a low moan as he finds his own release.
Chapter 17
"D id you see Brighton Beck about your drawings?" He pushes my hair from my forehead.
We'd collapsed into a mess of arms and legs after we both came. He held me for a few minutes before he pulled himself up, rid himself of the condom and went to get us a glass of water.
Now, he's sitting on the edge of the bed, completely nude. I stare at his back and the definition in the muscles. "I saw him. He thinks I should move to Paris."
His shoulders stiffen almost instantaneously. I watch as his hands leap to his face. "Paris?"
I reach up to run my fingers over the back of his neck. "There's an internship program there. They're saving a spot for me if I want it. Beck thinks it would help my career."
"It would." He turns briefly and I
I kissed him the minute he walked over the threshold into my apartment and he was quick to yank my clothes off before sliding out of the jeans and sweater he was wearing. Now, as he leans his back against the wall of my bedroom, I rest my cheek against his firm thigh.
"Lick it again." He pulls gently on my hair. "Let me see your tongue on it."
I shift back enough that I know that when he looks down he can see my mouth touching him. I slide my tongue over the head, stopping to circle it again and again. I wrap both my hands around the thickness, sliding them slowly up and down.
"Bridget." My name gets lost in a moan. "I need to fuck you now."
I have little time to react before his hands slide from my hair to my shoulders. He jerks me up, and in one quick movement, I'm on my back on the bed. He leans forward, his moist lips meeting mine in a sensual, deep and core touching kiss.
I reach up to grab his face but his hands are quicker than mine. He pushes them down, so they're resting on the sheets. "I have to put on a condom. Don't move. Don't move an inch."
I nod without a word. I pull in a deep breath as I watch him reach towards the nightstand to pull out a condom package. He rips it open without breaking our gaze. My eyes drop as I watch him sheath his erection quickly and deftly. His hand circles his cock, pulling the condom into place.
His eyes rake over my nude body. "You're so beautiful."
I blush at the compliment. I don't feel exposed when he looks at me. I always feel cherished and admired. My body may not be perfect in the eyes of many men, but I know when Dane looks at it, that he's seeing something he desires at the deepest level possible.
I cry out when he rams himself into me balls deep in one movement. I arch my back trying to adjust to the full length and girth of him.
"Take it," he whispers the words against my lips. "Feel it all."
I reach up to cup his cheeks in my hands. "I feel it. Please."
He starts moving. His hips pounding out a steady rhythm as his hands rest on the bed above me. With each pulsing thrust of his body against mine, a small growl flows from his lips. It's masculine. It's intoxicating and the sheer depth of him inside of me pulls my desire to the surface.
I clench myself around him, which only spurs him on more.
"Fuck," he says into the still air as he throws his head back. "Ah, fuck."
He pumps his hips into mine, each movement deeper than the last. I cling to his face, wanting to find my release so he can chase his own. I know he won't come until I do.
"Dane," I call out his name as I feel the rush approaching.
He adjusts his leg on the bed to gain leverage with his knee, curves his hand under my ass and drills his cock into me with a fierce tenderness I've never felt before.
I pull him closer as I feel the edge approaching and as I climax, I call out his name in a heated rush. He pumps one last time and through clenched teeth he lets out a low moan as he finds his own release.
Chapter 17
"D id you see Brighton Beck about your drawings?" He pushes my hair from my forehead.
We'd collapsed into a mess of arms and legs after we both came. He held me for a few minutes before he pulled himself up, rid himself of the condom and went to get us a glass of water.
Now, he's sitting on the edge of the bed, completely nude. I stare at his back and the definition in the muscles. "I saw him. He thinks I should move to Paris."
His shoulders stiffen almost instantaneously. I watch as his hands leap to his face. "Paris?"
I reach up to run my fingers over the back of his neck. "There's an internship program there. They're saving a spot for me if I want it. Beck thinks it would help my career."
"It would." He turns briefly and I
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