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 Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 4:00 pm
Sasha had to wonder if Wash knew what he was doing, what he was asking of her. How badly she wanted to take that control over him, to dictate what she wanted to happen next. It was a heady, heady thing. Combined with the touch of his hand against her skin..
Her nails dug into his shoulders, hard. This was a wicked, demented kind of foreplay for her. It was sick, so sick, and she recognized it for what it was. It frightened her a little: the fact that she could feel something like this with a man she'd come to trust with every splintered, broken piece of her. It was almost encouraging at the same time.
He hadn't run in disgust. He hadn't torn her from his lap or cast her aside. He'd said he wanted all of her... but in the same breath admitted that she scared him.
Sasha eased back, relaxing her fingers. Half-moons puckered the fabric of his shirt. She eyed them lazily before shifting her gaze to his lips.
"Talk to them. If they don't know, I think they deserve to be enlightened, same as you."
Her voice was cool - completely opposite to the heat in her eyes.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 4:25 pm
"Mmm," he hummed as he felt her nails dig into his flesh. Yes, his body cried, and why not? He moved his hand from her throat, sliding them up her bared legs instead, to grip her a**. He dragged a little closer, against his chest. Whatever happened, it didn't seem to have changed how he felt about her, in this moment; this hour. They could worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. Besides...
She was in his room, on his bed, wearing nothing but his shirt and - he shuddered a little, pressing forward; dragging his mouth along her jaw. "Yes, Miss Belrose," he sighed into her lips. He just wanted this one little thing. And why shouldn't he have it?
This one little piece.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 7:06 pm
Goosebumps pebbled her skin beneath his touch, and Sasha let out a low purr. She draped her arms over his back, one hand creeping up his neck to slip into the short, textured curls of his hair. Sasha didn't hold back, allowing her nails to scrape against his scalp. She went so far as to urge him to tip his head back, to bare his neck to her. There was a clinical, experimental glitter in her eyes. She felt dangerous, now. Dangerous, a shark testing the waters.
"Start with Jordan," she murmured softly against his Adam's apple, settling her hips comfortably against his. Sasha pressed her free hand against his collarbone and down, slipping her splayed fingers over his heart.
"I wouldn't bother with Harrison. Let Jordan handle it."
Her breath was hot against his flesh, warming it with each exhale she made.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 7:25 pm
"Yes," he murmured, voice strained and head tilted back. He closed his eyes, slid his hands up under the oversized shirt - his shirt; until they met softer, more supple flesh. He pressed, kneading with his fingers.
"Yes, ma'am," he added breathily.
This one little peace.
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