Page 94 of Shatter

His mouth is cold and then it isn't.

He tastes like spring water and coffee.

When I bite his bottom lip, he makes a sound deep in his chest I feel against my breasts.

Under the water, he's already hard against me through his boxers.

I pull back.

"Out." I nip his lip once more.

We climb out onto the bank, dripping and shivering, and I push him down on the blanket.

He goes.

He lies back on the scratchy wool with the sun on his wet chest and his arms loose at his sides, watching me, and waits.

I kneel beside him.

I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and drag them down his thighs, and he lifts his hips to help me.

His cock springs free, thick and flushed dark.

In the sunlight, I can see everything, the ink across his chest beaded with water and the long muscles of his thighs twitching.

His stomach hollows when I lean down and breathe on him, warm against his cold skin.

I take him in my mouth.

He swears, loud, and a bird bursts up out of the trees.

His hands fly out and grab two fistfuls of the blanket.

I take my time and learn him.

I learn what happens when I drag my tongue up the underside slowly, and what happens when I look up at him while I take him deep.

The last one breaks his accent in half.

"Faen." It's barely a breath, his head pressed back into the blanket, his throat working. "Faen, Anni."

I don't know the word, but I know exactly what it means.

I keep going until his thighs start to shake under my palms and his breathing goes ragged and fast.

"Anni." His knuckles are white on the blanket. "Sweetheart, I'm close, I'm..."

I pull off.

He groans like I've shot him.

I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

When I grin down at him, he stares up at me like I'm the most dangerous woman he's ever seen.

"Not yet." I stand up. "I want more."

I walk to the bike.