Chapters (26)
- Table of Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Epilogue
- Guarding Gwen
- A Note From the Author
- About The Author
- Her Other Works
Eric carried Piper back into his study. The fire was still blazing, dancing and flickering, and he ignored it as he took her to his desk. He put her on the edge of the desk, then caged her with his hands. He kept kissing her. She was kissing him back just as wildly. Her hands curled around his shoulders as she held on tight.
“I want to fuck you,” Eric rasped.
“Good…because that’s exactly what I want to do with you.”
He kissed her again. Fucking hell, he couldn’t get enough of her.
His hands rose from the desk. Moved to her silken thighs. He parted her legs, stepped between them, and he shoved up the edges of the shirt so that he could see—
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Eric?”
He’d fisted the material of the shirt. “You aren’t wearing panties.” Not even the sexy ones that she’d bought at the lingerie store.
“I’m kind of an all or nothing woman.”
She was wearing nothing beneath the shirt. No panties and no bra. That was why her sexy nipples were pushing toward him so clearly.
“I wanted to be all in so, um, I thought if you said yes, then having no panties would make things easier—” Her words ended in a gasp. Then a moan. Because, yes, things were easier.
So much easier.
He could touch what he wanted. Stroke what he craved. Thrust his fingers into her. Strum her clit. Work her hard with his fingers as he’d fantasized about doing over and over again.
Her head tipped back. Her breath came faster. Her hips pushed against him as she rocked into his touch.
She was so responsive. So sensitive. She was going to come. He was going to make her come right then and there, and he’d never been more turned on in his entire life.
He pushed her back on the desk, slid her back more and widened her legs. He dropped his mouth and put it on her sex—a shaved, silky soft heaven. He licked her and kissed her and made a meal of her as she—
Screamed.
Screamed his name and came. Hell, yes.
Hell. Yes.
But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He’d needed her too long. He kept licking and stroking her with his fingers and his tongue as she arched toward him.
“Eric! I’m going—again—”