Summon Toren (Archangels Creed #3) by Azure Boone, Kenra Daniels

hers and proceeded to tenderly taste with hot groans.
    Insane with need, Sam grabbed hold of his smooth face, tired of the teasing, and pulled him in for a real kiss. He rewarded her with what felt like a shocked gasp, right in her mouth. That amazing finger of his plunged into her and didn't stop until his hand pressed hard against her body like he couldn’t get deep enough. She tried to help, lifting her hips, wanting more, bigger, harder, faster.   
    His lips left hers and seemed to make a hurried trail down. She protested with needy moans, gasping when that hot mouth found her naked breast and sucked gently. Shame for what she didn’t have rudely pushed into her dreamy consciousness. She was almost glad when his lips left her nipple with a light smacking sound. It'd be great if she weren't so incredibly self-conscious about her deficit so she could fully enjoy the white-hot sensations he created there. No matter, as long as he kissed her again.
    Wait. Why were his lips going in the wrong direction? Her mouth was north, not south. Well, as long as he left that delicious finger buried inside her, she could ride that pleasure just flicking her hips. Mmm. So good.
    The finger slowly slid in and out and Sam writhed on the bed, wishing he’d come back and kiss her. His hot breath flowed across the insanely sensitive skin at the junction of her thighs. What was he doing there?
    Sam bolted up in bed when she felt wet heat slide across her clit. “What are you doing!” The biggest oh my God oh my God reality slammed into her as she stared at her Dream Man. The new hired hand! Kneeling in the bed of a…she looked around. Where the hell was she?
    A violent headache slammed her entire body and she remembered the fire, the storm, the stranded. Oh shit! She pulled the nearest garment over her and up to her chin.
    He held his hands up. “I’m…sorry, I thought…”
    “You thought what!” Oh my God, she was sick. This…man took advantage of her while she was sick! “You molested a sick woman?”
    “Oh God, no, I…you…”
    “I what? Was sick and delusional and you thought that meant I wanted your…your…” she gestured to his body with one hand, distracted by the wall of magnificence that now stood at the foot of the bed, “your fingers all over me? Oh my God I cannot believe you did that!”
     
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    Toren was dumbfounded standing there like a fallen angel who’d raped a human. She’d seemed so willing. She’d said she was delusional. God, how could he not know that? She’d felt so good and soft and she seemed so…receptive to his touch.
    No wait. She’d touched first.
    He merely answered the need he so easily heard in her beautiful moans and felt in her exquisite touch. His body ached to be back in bed with her, holding her close. “I am extremely sorry, you have to believe me, I didn’t realize—”
    “Do you take me for a fool?” She shook her head. Those lips felt so good under his. She’d been so eager and hungry.
    “You seemed to be aware and you seemed to really like it.”
    She choked on an incredulous laugh. “Well yes of course I liked it, I was half asleep and thought I was dreaming ! Hello. Just because you have that… that…” she gestured at him again, her gaze roaming over his body, “dumb physique and all, does not give you the right to use it on women, mister. Sick woman!” She made a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl and covered her face. Was she reliving what he’d done the way he was?
    God, he would never sleep until he knew what she tasted like. And why did she behave like him tasting her beautiful Eden was wrong? She’d felt so good on his fingers, he wanted his tongue everywhere down there, and his mercury properties practically insisted none to gently that he not wait another second to taste her . There was something there that his shield wanted and needed and Toren was extremely curious about the what and the why of it all.  “I can’t tell you