Page 47 of Echoes in the Storm
He better shut that mouth of his unless he wants me to come already. My chest rises and falls in shallow bursts as he pumps his fingers in and out, flicking my nub with his thumb. “Oh, God …”
“Good?” His voice is husky and raw as he leans down to steal a chaste kiss.
“Best,” I pant, wriggling to get my hips closer to his hand.
He pushes harder, faster, laying hot kisses across my neck and chest as he does. My muscles tighten, causing him to rear back and slow his pace.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, anticipating the release I know is about to hit.
“It’s okay,” he assures me. “I won’t stop. Just wanted to see your face when you come.”
Fuck me.It’s all he has to say. My back arches off the ground, my thighs clamping down hard on his arm as he thrusts his hand hard to finish me off.
I was right. So right.
This man has totally wrecked me.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he mutters before pulling his hand free to lick his fingers clean.
So wrecked.I close my eyes with a satisfied sigh as my body sags back against the ground. I choose to lie there and revel in the rush that still pulses through my body a little longer before even considering returning the favour.
As my breaths even out and my climax-induced euphoria dies off, it dawns on me that Duke’s fallen deathly quiet.
I open my eyes, expecting to find him watching me, waiting. But I don’t.
My heart picks up pace for an entirely different reason when I find instead, Duke still kneeling between my legs, only his focus isn’t on me anymore.
“Duke? Everything okay?” I push up on my elbows, scooting back so I can shift to my knees, same as him.
He doesn’t answer; his eyes are hard, his brow pinched as he stares off into the dark field beyond.
“What is it?” I whisper, searching the grass for whatever he’s seen. “Duke? Talk to me.”What the hell is he looking at?
His gaze slides back to mine, but I’m met with an entirely different man to the one who made me forget where I was mere seconds ago. His jaw clenches, his throat bobbing as he swallows.
Yet still, he says nothing.
“Duke, you’re scaring me.”
What have I done?
Duke
“Duke. You’re scaring me.”
Cammie’s eyes go wide as she starts to back away from where I kneel frozen in my fear.I’ve ruined her.Wrecked what we had before it started.
“Cam …”
“Thank Christ,” she sighs. “Talk to me, would you?”
I pat the pockets of my jeans, ignoring my rapidly deflating hard-on, and pull my phone out. Slamming my finger across the screen, I switch the torch on and lay it between us.
“What’s going on?” Her gaze flicks from the phone to me, before her face falls.
I see the puzzle come together in her softened eyes: my fear of sleeping in the open, the fact I make sure she goes to bed before me, the fact this isn’t the first time I’ve used my phone as a torch when it wasn’t really necessary.
“You’re afraid of the dark,” she says on a whisper.