The Pulse by Shoshanna Evers Page A

rational thought left her as he pulled her shirt off her, up over her head, and tossed it on the floor. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
    “Are you kidding? Of course I want you,” he said softly, dropping his hand to her breast, running his fingers over her nipple. “I need to make sure you want me.”
    She did want him. She’d never desired anyone more in her life… but he terrified her.
    What if the very man she had asked to protect her turned out to be the enemy? Even if he wasn’t army, he was a criminal.
    So if she shouldn’t be doing this, then why did everything feel so damn good?
    Her nipples hardened under his tender caress. He stepped closer, pressing his hard thigh between her legs, forcing them wide, pushing against her throbbing clit through her jeans.
    He rubbed her between her legs, running his hands up her inner thighs, stopping briefly—too briefly—to rub her pussy through her clothing.
    “I need to know you want me,” he repeated, sliding his hand into her waistband. “Are you wet for me?”
    Oh yes. She could feel the moisture pooling even now, as he slid his thumb across her mound, running his fingers over her wet core.
    “I do want you,” she admitted, even though it seemed painfully clear. He rubbed her clit and her pussy clenched in anticipation.
    “I know that now,” he said. “So if you really want me… you can see I want you.”
    Emily’s knees went weak at his words, and his fingers—oh God, his fingers kept going, building a steady rhythm that had her panting with need.
    Suddenly he looked around and said, “I can’t fuck you on a cold, dirty hospital floor. There’s gotta be a proper bed around here.”
    “Of course,” she said, nearly wailing as he removed his hand from her jeans. “Down the hall, we can go into a room and use a hospital bed.”
    He picked her up, holding her against his chest. She laid her head on his muscular torso, feeling his heart beating steadily beneath her cheek. She loved the feel of being held in his arms as he carried her down the corridor, his head swiveling right and left as he searched for an appropriate location to consummate their lust.
    “Perfect,” he murmured, carrying her over the threshold into a small private hospital room with what looked like a clean bed. He tossed her on her back so she lay with her legs draped over the side. “Hold on to the rail,” he ordered.
    Gripping the cold metal rail, she held fast as he shimmied her jeans off her legs, leaving her naked, the scent of her arousal filling the air.
    He tore his own shirt off and she smiled. He was so incredible-looking—
    —what if he’s the enemy—
    —don’t trust him, this is all a trap—
    No! She thrust the thoughts out of her mind. It didn’t matter what he did to her, she’d never reveal her secrets before she was ready, if ever. So what was the harm in having a little much-needed fun first? She could always leave after. But now… now she needed him. All of him.
    He buried his face in her pussy and latched on to her clit like he was starving.
    Spreading her thighs as wide as they could go, he licked her again and again until she climaxed, the waves of her orgasm washing over her like a dam had broken.
    Her body spasmed as he hoisted himself over her, straightening her out on the bed so their bodies touched.
    His weight felt so right, so good, as he held himself up a bit on his elbows, staring into her eyes. Mason kissed her then, and she tasted herself on his lips. The taste of her own pussy drove her wild with need and she circled her hips up against his cock.
    She could feel the hard, throbbing length of him as he kept her pinned beneath him. A tiny drip of pre-come dripped down her inner thigh and she moaned.
    “Please, Mason, fuck me. I need you in me.”
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    Mason hovered over her, doubt suddenly clouding his mind. Was this right? He was taking advantage of her. But her moans, her writhing beneath him—he groaned, his cock millimeters from