“It’s hard, Leo.”
“No.” She sniffled and gave him a smile. “Youare hard. And you’ve got a condom on. And I really, really want to know how you’ll feel inside me.” She arched up, her breasts taunting his chest, her mouth close enough to kiss, though she didn’t. Breathless, he waited. “Can I come on your cock, Elias?”
More blood rushed south, making his erection almost too hard, too hot to touch. “Probably not if you keep talking like that.”
She smiled and kissed him, took her soft heat away long enough to fist his erection, and pressed him to that place where he so desperately needed to be.
He watched, transfixed, as the tip disappeared. And then she stopped.
His gaze rose to meet hers.
“I’m sorry.” She sniffled.
“What?” Shit, she was crying again. “Oh, sweetheart.” His chest tightened and he tried to back away, to give her space. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not sure.”
“No. No.” Slowly, so slowly, she sank another inch, taking him inside her body. “I’m just scared of…how Ifeel, Elias. Why do I feel like this with you?”
How? How did she feel?
His body wanted to thrust and his brain wanted to comfort, but somehow he held himself perfectly still, listening and watching and waiting for what came next.
“I want you to feel…” He grunted when she backed up and worked her way down him again. “Good. Leo, I want to make you feelgood.”
This was heaven. Her lush heat, the slow give and take of her body—their bodies together. He just wished he knew how to wipe that tragic expression from her face.
“Me, too, but I…” She swallowed and leaned into his chest. Was she hiding? “Never mind.” She arched her back again, turned to the side, her face tight, and took him in so deep and fast, he had to shut his eyes so he wouldn’t explode right there.
Which would be a terrible idea given…everything. And there was a lot here. A lot going on—some that he got, some that he didn’t. He’d never been the most astute when it came to women.
He put his hands on her waist, moved them down to her hips and squeezed, getting enough purchase to lift her slowly before she slid back down on her own. They built something, one unhurried thrust at a time, each leisurely penetration kindling their passion, their connection.
And while their bodies worked seamlessly together, he recognized that he hadn’t imagined what was happening under the surface. He felt rearranged by this woman. His insides would never be the same again.
Another languid up, a slow, sweet down. Another and another, the water lapping at them, the sky pouring down. Together, they were fire and water and earth and air. Together, they wereeverything.
She gave him more, pressed harder; he went faster, groaned with every slick slide of her, every tight embrace, every glance from those big, intense eyes.
And then he couldn’t keep the words in anymore. “You’remine, Leo.” She tightened around him. “Mine.” He lifted a hand to weigh her soft breast, to flick her nipple, then up to caress those voluptuous lips. “I can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
“Let you go. I can’t.”
Her movements stuttered, the rhythm fell apart, and she released a wounded little noise, ending on a rough, “Kiss me.”
He leaned forward and gave her what she wanted, though he couldn’t stop at that. He stood and turned so she could put her feet on the edge, and he took her, hard and fast.
“I’m coming.”
“Yeah.” She wrapped herself around him, put her cheek to the top of his head and let out a low, constant groan. It sounded almost like pain. And maybe it was. Tearing them apart after this would be like ripping off a bandage. Worse: like losing a piece of himself. “Me too.”
“What do you need?”
“Just this. Just you, Elias.”
It was coming. He was coming. Hard. Harder maybe than he’d ever come in his life. And now, past the point of no return, he couldn’t have held it back if someone came over the hill shooting.
How could he, when she was moaning his name like she loved him?
