Rake by Helen Hardt

Author:Helen Hardt [Hardt, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hardt & Sons

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Zee

My body wasn’t my own. Except that it was. In a way, it felt more my own than it ever had. Something awakened in me—something hot and passionate and pure at the same time.

This man.

How did I want him so much, knowing who he came from?

Knowing who he resembled?

But Reid was sweet. He had a good heart. He’d protected me.

And that kiss…

I trembled beneath the pelting water. Seriously trembled, despite the warmth surrounding me. Yearning surged through me, and my core, that secret place that had sometimes sizzled but never boiled…

It was boiling now.

“Touch me,” I begged. “Please.”

“I can’t.”

“Please.” I closed my eyes, letting one hand wander over my right breast. I shivered again.

Reid audibly sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”

I gathered my courage. “Please. Touch me. Kiss me. Kiss my neck. My nipples. Please.”

“Fuck,” he said again, and then his lips were on mine once more.

I opened quickly this time, taking his tongue into my mouth and giving him mine.

I’d never kissed anyone like this before, and part of me knew I never would again.

So I wanted this. I wanted him. Reid Wolfe would give me enough for a lifetime, and I’d be satisfied. I could go back to Las Vegas and live out my life as a showgirl until I got too old. I was building up a nest egg. I’d be okay once I retired.

And I’d know I’d experienced perfection just once.

We kissed and we kissed and we kissed.

Still, his hands didn’t stray. So I took the lead. I brushed one hand across his arm, taking his hand and leading it to my left breast.

Just the touch made me shiver even as the steam clouded around me.

He slid his finger over the top of my breast—over the scar. Then he broke our kiss.

“I’m so sorry he did this to you.” Reid’s voice cracked.

No! Don’t want to think about that right now. Want to think about the man touching me, not the man who made the scar.

Who is the father of the man—

“No!” I said aloud.

Reid dropped his hand.

Quick as lightning, I grabbed it and brought it back to my breast. “I meant no as in don’t stop. Please.”

“But—”

“I want only this moment, Reid. Please. Only this moment with you and me. Without anyone else here. This is part of me, and I want you to touch all of me.”

He trailed his fingers over the scar once more. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just touch me.”

He moved gently over the scar and downward, cupping my breast. “So beautiful.” He stroked his thumb over my hard nipple.

I gasped as pleasure jolted through me.

This is my body. I’m taking back my body.

Then the words dissolved into feeling in my mind. Words no longer mattered. Only the emotion coiling from my gut outward through my fingers and toes.

All tingles, all warmth, all hot lava.

Reid brought his hand to my other breast, fingering the scar again and then cupping and thumbing the nipple.

Both nipples stretched forward, and my breasts tingled.

I throbbed between my legs as vivid images coursed through my mind.

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