Page 111 of The Romance Line
I notch the head of my cock against her wetness, then hiss in a sharp breath. I close my eyes. I need a moment. This is so fucking good. All this slickness, all this softness, all this arousal for me. I open my eyes and I sink into her, filling her completely.
Her breath comes in a staggered gasp. Then, I comply with her demand. I fuck her like I mean it. I grab her hips, jerk her down on my cock, then work her on my dick. She’s moaning and gasping, her lips parting, and it’s so damn good. And it’s even better when her hands fly to her tits and she plays with them.
“Mine. Those are fucking mine,” I say, possessiveness gripping me.
“Then touch them,” she challenges me.
With one hand holding her right hip, I thrust into her again and again, reaching for her breast with the other hand, playing with the nipple.
She shudders with each touch. She gets wetter. Her pussy grips me. I’m so turned on from her desire, but I want her to truly understand the depths of my lust. That nothing stops me from wanting her. That no scars willscare me away. I lean closer and rasp out, “Want to get you naked. Put you on all fours. Fuck you from behind. Touch you everywhere.”
I’m taking a chance but that’s my nature.
“You do?” She gasps, a little disbelieving, a lot turned on.
“I really fucking do, Everly,” I say, making a dirty promise I plan to keep. “You want that?”
She nods quickly, desperately. “Yes. Soon, I promise soon,” she says, and lets go of her breast to grab the neckline of her shirt. In one quick move, she tugs it over her head.
My breath halts. I’m floored. “I wasn’t expecting that,” I whisper.
“Me neither,” she says, her eyes wide, her voice nervous as she drops down to the bed. The view is no different for me. I can’t see her back. But Icansee the courage that move took. The guts. She’s naked with me.
I lower my chest to hers, feeling her against me as I find our pace again, picking up the rhythm, thrusting deep, the way she likes it. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” I tell her, because it’s what she needs to hear, and because it’s true.
She tosses her head back against the pillow and unleashes the hottest groan ever. “Coming,” she cries out, shuddering.
Pleasure charges down my body in a hot, sharp, electric spike. I come hard, then collapse onto her, kissing her face, her neck, her hair.
She bands her arms around me, keeping me close to her for a minute till she whispers, “Give me a sec.”
I take my cue, ease out, and head to the bathroom,giving her privacy. When I return to the bedroom, she’s put the shirt back on. After she pops into the en suite, she comes back to bed, and I pull her next to me, then inhale the last traces of gardenias in her hair. Hair that I’m privileged to touch, that I mightn’t have been able to touch if those emergency responders hadn’t arrived when they did. All I can think isjust in time.
I don’t say that though. I’m not sure that’s what she needs to hear. “So, when’s our
next secret date?”
“Better be soon.”
Perfect answer. “Ah, so you learned saying yes to me is your real favorite thing.”
She laughs softly. “You and your ego.”
“You like both,” I tease as I pepper kisses along her neck.
“Clearly. Since I’m not very good at saying no to you.”
“Let’s keep it that way,” I say, because I don’t intend to back down. With her like this, here with me, it’s hard to believe we can’t date. It feels like we could be so much more.
She might have said thisthingbetween us can’t be anything more.
But I heard in her voice what shedidn’tsay.
And I see the emotions in her big brown eyes when we’re together.
I feel the way she melts in my arms when I touch her.