Shattered Rhythm (Meltdown 3) by RB Hilliard

Author:RB Hilliard [Hilliard, RB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RB Hilliard
Published: 2017-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“Somebody Told Me”

Olivia

Chaz woke me before dawn in the best way possible; with his mouth between my legs. After bringing me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, he finally slid inside. Last night, we couldn’t get enough of each other. The sex was fast, hard, and dirty. This was something entirely different. This was slow, sensual, and intense. It was by far the best sex I’d ever had. Of course, I didn’t tell Chaz this. He would gloat. Actually, he would probably say, “I know,” in his cocky matter-of-fact way.

“What are you thinking?” he murmured. He was lying face down on the bed with his head in the crook of his arms. Somewhere along the way, the sheets had disappeared from the bed. I’d gotten my fill of his amazing body last night, but had yet to fully explore. I traced my finger over the tattoos adorning his back, and thought about the answers I wanted to give, but couldn’t. It sounded crazy, but I felt as if I’d always known him, as if everything I’d been through was meant to lead me right here, to this place and this person. Something under my fingertips caught my attention. It felt like a ridge or maybe even a scar. A second later, I discovered another one. When I traced across a third one, the realization of what I was actually feeling slammed into me.

“What are these?” I asked. His body tensed beneath my fingers right before he flipped onto his back. The bathroom light spilled into the room, casting a warm glow around us. He lowered his head to my hand and stroked his tongue across my fingers. My core instantly melted into a giant puddle of lust. I knew what he was trying to do, and as much as I wanted him and everything he had to offer, I wanted answers more. He entwined our fingers together. “Stop trying to distract me.” My warning melted into a gasp when he lifted our entwined fingers and slowly feathered them across my breasts.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a killer rack?” His naughty words, his sexy, deep tone, and the way he looked at me when he was deep inside equaled one giant turn on. He released my hand long enough to snag my phone from the night stand. “Password,” he commanded.

“Uh, no,” I playfully responded, and grabbed it from his hands. There was no way he was getting a picture of my tits. My phone lit up with a text. Without thinking, I punched in my four-digit password. He snatched it back right as the screen popped up. “Nuh-uh!” I shouted, and dove for it. A deep chuckle shot from his mouth as he lifted it high above our heads.

“You better cover those beauties, because they’re about to be commemorated. In fact, I think this moment should be immortalized in the history books. We’ll title it, The Day Chaz Jones conquered Oliva Marshall. He held up the camera, and we were instantly bathed in light.

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