Insatiable by Cari Quinn Page B

pregnant even though she‟d faithfully taken the pill.
    Remembering the concerned expression on his face as he reminded her to get a condom was what made her shove up from the mattress. She had to get out of here, before she did something even more horrible.
    Like wanting to have sex with him again.
    She tried to ease out of bed, but the stinging pain in her ankle brought her up short. “You goddamned bastard,” she breathed, jerking her leg against the handcuff linking her to the footboard even as she flung a hateful glance over her shoulder.
    With a sleepy yawn, Shawn rolled closer, the bed shifting and dipping under his weight. “Morning, darling,” he said, leaning up to kiss her shoulder.
    Just that single brush of his lips brought back a flood of images and a rush of wetness between her thighs. Her pussy flexed with remembered want.
    It would be easy, so easy, to give in to what she craved. She could just roll over and reach for the delicious morning hard-on that pressed into her back and use it to sate her own needs.
    Easy and wrong.
    Rachel pressed her face into the crook of her arm. “So much for leaving me my choices.”
    “I would have, if I hadn‟t known your first choice would be to flee.” He cleared his throat, clearly amused. “Pity you‟re so predictable.”
    “That‟s what happens when you screw your best friend. A lot of the mystery disappears.”
    “You think that‟s what we did? Screw?”

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    Though his tone was mild, uncomfortably so, she knew he was pissed. Good. At least she hadn‟t handcuffed him to the frigging bed. “That‟s exactly what we did. We let off some steam.”
    “ Stay with me, Rach .”
    His voice in her mind and the accompanying warmth that prickled the back of her neck had her squeezing her eyes shut. They hadn‟t made love. She didn‟t do that. She had sex, the sweatier and less thought-inducing the better.
    “Look at me,” he murmured.
    As if. How was she supposed to face him?
    Rather than ask her again, Shawn looped a handful of her hair around his wrist and jerked her head just enough for her to see him looming over her back.
    “Want it like this?” A wicked thrill shot up her spine, and her nipples tightened to painful nubs. “Fine by me.”
    His hands caught her hips, and he pushed her onto her stomach. The trembling inside her became a full-fledged quiver with the first rough caress of his broad palms up the backs of her thighs.
    Rachel squeezed her eyes shut. She could‟ve fought him off. But she didn‟t.
    Because she wanted— needed —him too much.
    He drew her up to her knees, tearing her dress as he shoved it up over her ass.
    For one shocked second, she froze, wondering if he really intended to enter her from behind. The tip of his finger toyed with her rosette, building her suspicions.
    Would she deny him that? She didn‟t think so. Because, down deep, she trusted him enough to try anything. He‟d make it good for her, just as incredible he‟d made last night. She‟d never have to worry he wouldn‟t keep her pleasure at the forefront.
    She‟d chosen her best friend well. Attentive listener, amazing lover. He‟d offer her anything she dared to take.
    If only she could quiet the misgivings screaming in her head.
    She waited to hear the ripping noise of a condom being opened, but there was nothing but the hum of his breathing, as if he were studying her from that angle.
    Her legs splayed wide, her ass thrust up in the air…
    Instead, his hands slid down to where she was already slippery with arousal.
    Her body tensed, and she had to open her mouth to breathe, because just the slight wiggle and retreat of his wide thumbs at the very outer reaches of her pussy made her want to beg.
    She didn‟t care what he did, or how he did it. Just that he did it now.
    “You‟re ashamed you want me,” he stated, his fingers still darting over her lips, in, out. In.
    Good grief, he wasn‟t going to start badgering her when she was too