Gone (Sons of Judah MC Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas Page A

that stuck to her panties. She was hot for him, but more than that, she was drenched in the beauty of his words. She didn’t know what the hell he was doing when he said all those things, but it made her feel precious, loved.
     
    “I’m scared,” she admitted without looking at him.
     
    There was a brief moment of pause. Maybe he was disappointed that she wasn’t accepting that she felt the same way, but she simply couldn’t say those words. Scary didn’t begin to define how she felt. It was more of an overwhelming fear that took her by storm. If she told him how she felt, he may use her emotions and words against her, to manipulate her and use her.
     
    Surely, he wasn’t that kind of a guy, but she just wasn’t able to trust him a hundred percent after all the shit she went through in the past two years with her ex-husband.
     
    It wasn’t fair to Marco, but Stacy had a need to protect herself. At least right now she couldn’t say that she felt the same way. Maybe if things progressed the same way, she would be able to admit her feelings to him.
     
    But now was not that time.
     
    It was as if he understood her emotions. “I’m scared too, Stacy.”
     
    She closed her eyes when his lips settled on her nipple. The tug of lust, the hard hit of it, careened through her nerves, as he sucked her bud. Stacy put her arms around his broad back, as he caressed and fondled her nipple. When he sucked it, she was transported into another world—where nothing else mattered except the demands of her body. She was willing to surrender and let him do what the hell he wanted, because in this particular dance, they were both likely to win.
     
    He wasn’t in a hurry. Stacy was grateful, as he took his time and paid ample attention to her nipple and breast. Lifting her a little, he unhooked her bra and threw it aside. With his hand, he squeezed her other breast, touched it, and fondled it while his mouth remained glued to her nipple. The ache of longing was as fierce as ever. He trailed his fingers down to her stomach and then pushed forward until he slipped inside her panties. She moaned, her nails digging into his flesh, but he didn’t seem to mind the pain. His finger rubbed over her pussy until her lips parted. She raised her legs and put her feet on the bed. Stacy parted her legs in an attempt to give him better access.
     
    Oh, how she wanted this torture to end.
     
    And yet she desired for it to go on forever.
     
    His finger rubbed on her clit and the sea of sensations that undulated inside her was overwhelming. She was drowning in the depth of the emotions that engulfed her. Every time he pushed down on her nub, the storm intensified inside her. It was unbearable, and yet at the same time it was the most magnificent pleasure that she ever experienced. Every fiber of her body longed for release, but he was determined to take his time.
     
    “Marco, please.”
     
    She raked her nails over his back. As if on cue, he pushed his finger deep inside her. Her hips arched, and she groaned. In and out, he moved while she kept in tune with his rhythm. She thought she had experienced it all, but he was teaching her that she was a novice at this. Every time she thought it couldn’t get better, it did.
     
    When he pushed deep into her and simultaneously pressed his thumb on her clit, the orgasm that drove into her muscles was life changing. Her hands gripped his arms, and she shook her head from side to side. He looked at her, but she was too far gone to care what he thought. Before she could realize what he was up to, he took off her panties and threw them aside. He turned her on her stomach, as her muscles continued to jerk. Then, he put his hands under her and made her raise her butt. Her breath came out in pants, as her skin shivered.
     
    She was still in the throes of orgasm when he took position behind her. Stacy let out a moan when his penis thrust inside her. The gasp of pleasure that escaped her lips was loud and