“Louder.”
Tries again. “‘As he drove into her, and she cried out his name like a prayer, like a curse, like the only word she knew.’”
I harden beneath her. The combination of her voice, the words, the press of her on my lap.
I slide my palms under her sweater, finding warm skin. Jasmine rises off her body, soft and ruinous.
“Keep going.”
“‘She’d never felt so full.’” Her voice wavers as my fingers trace up her spine. “‘So possessed. He was everywhere. Inside her, around her, consuming her.’”
I unhook her bra with one hand. She stumbles over the next line.
“‘Every thrust drove her higher. She was climbing toward a peak she couldn’t name.’”
“Don’t stop.” I cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. Hard under my touch. “What happens next?”
“I can’t.” She’s squirming now, grinding down against the hard length of me straining through my pants. “Dante, I can’t focus when you’re.”
She loses the sentence. Grinds down harder.
“Try.”
She takes a shuddering breath. Looks back at the page.
“‘His mouth found her throat.’” My mouth finds the pulse point below her jaw. “‘Teeth scraping that sensitive spot.’” I bite down and she gasps. “‘That made her fall apart.’”
“Is that what you want?” I murmur against her skin. “To fall apart?”
“Yes.” The word is nothing more than air.
“Then keep reading.”
She’s trembling so hard the pages rustle.
“‘He reached between them, found that bundle of nerves.’” I mirror the action. My touch slides down her stomach, into her leggings, past the edge of her underwear. When my fingers find her clit, she jerks like a current just ran through her. “‘And circled it while he fucked her.’”
I circle. She moans.
“‘Until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.’”
I slide two fingers into her pussy. Soaked. Dripping.
Her hips jerk. A whimper slips out.
“Keep going.” I pump in and out. “Tell me how it ends.”
“‘She shattered.’” Her voice breaks. She’s rocking against my touch, fucking herself on my fingers. “‘Screaming his name.’”
I curl deeper, find the spot that makes her lids flutter shut.
“‘As he spilled inside her.’”
“Enough.”
I take the book from her grip. Toss it aside.
Her mouth opens to protest and I swallow the sound with a kiss.
