Broken Crescent (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas

his shoulder and smoothed it slowly down his arm. She drew her fingers back and started over at the base of his neck, moving them down his chest. She ran her fingertips through the silky curls covering his stomach.  He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only flannel pants, and his nudity thrilled her. His body was feverishly hot from being beneath the covers. The satiny skin beneath the pads of her fingers made her heart race in anticipation.
     
    She slid her thighs together, hiding the pearl between her legs that was rigid and swollen with lust. Her petals were dewy with desire. Her nipples beaded, and her stomach quivered. Each breath was shallow and rapid. Her eyelids fluttered as she closed her eyes and imagined them making love. Afia suppressed a throaty groan, repositioning herself on her back.
     
    Rousing him from sleep was tempting, but she refrained. She wanted to enjoy the view, the clandestine courtship of her upper thigh brushing teasingly against his crotch, before he opened his eyes with reason and sense and told her to go back to the guest room. She pushed her hands down her naked stomach to the V between her legs. She had tried to do this in her room, but there was no way she could stay away with him so close. A wall of separation wasn’t enough. Spending the weekend at Sam’s house had probably been a bad idea.
     
    She clenched her eyes shut and touched herself. Her fingers quested inquisitively into the folds of her rosebud, carefully caressing the sensitive skin of her secret. She pressed her fingertip into the slit and touched deeper, and the tips came away slick and wet. She rolled the moisture over the nub of her clitoris, sucking in a breath in erotic pleasure. Afia opened her eyes and stared into Sam’s face.
     
    She shuddered deliciously as she stroked around and around in circles of dizzying pleasure. Her beating heart was thunderous, and her ears were clouded by the whoosh of blood through her veins. Biting her bottom lip, her head lolled back and her legs spread wider, accepting the eager penetration of her fingers. Slow strokes in and out, she met the inward thrusts with rising hips and trembling legs. A soft sigh and moan erupted, unbidden, and Afia squeezed her eyes closed, frozen still…
     
    He didn’t stir. She waited the space of a few deep breaths, steadying herself. It didn’t do to rush the excitement. She wanted to revel in the fantasy. As she continued her masturbation, she held Sam in her thoughts, remembering the way he had masterfully taken her. His thrusts, powerful and sure, had caressed her recess with exquisite talent and skill, skating over erogenous zones and penetrating to her core. The memory coaxed more wetness from her folds to soak her aroused womanhood, and perspiration began to bead along her skin.
     
    She needed. She pushed her finger deep inside herself, circling faster with her thumb around her clit, and her breaths grew more manic as she moved closer to culmination. Try as she might, she couldn’t slow the swift ecstasy that threatened to take her over the edge. She had to stop touching herself before she exploded. She had to calm her body. She couldn’t wake him.
     
    Except he was already awake. Sam, unmoving, felt the woman beside him as her ministrations made the bed move restlessly with each stroke and swirl of her fingers, and it took everything in him not to rise above her and finish the job. He held back a sigh as his cock slowly but surely grew to life, massively erect. He wasn’t sure if she could feel it against her upper outer thigh, if she was even of the presence of mind to notice, but he hoped she would continue. When she held still again, trying to lower the arousal level, he waited with baited breath for her to keep going.
     
    He felt Afia shift and squirm. He didn’t open his eyes, but he felt her gaze on him.  Sam waited.
     
    “Are you awake?” she whispered tentatively.
     
    He didn’t answer. He felt the tension in her arm, the one