Her desperate whimper electrifies me as I thrust into her with increasing urgency.
“Kitten, I’m not going to last much longer.”Thrust.“It’s been a very long fucking time since…”Thrust.“And you feel too damn good.”
“Don’t hold back,” she gasps.
My middle finger journeys down her taut abdomen to the apex of her pleasure. I press firmly against that sensitive cluster of nerves, and a tidal wave of ecstasy crashes over us, her walls convulsing with intensity, gripping me with a fierce, relentless squeeze. I can feel my control rapidly slipping, and I need her there with me.
My fingers spin in a dizzying crescendo, faster and faster, each swirl unleashing a cascade of shudders that ripple through her entire body. Every thrust, every firm stroke of my thumb on her clit, detonates an unstoppable chain reaction that builds and builds until we’re on the brink of oblivion. What began as gentle becomes relentless, each stroke of my cock, each press of my thumb on her clit, igniting a fire within us that feeds off itself until neither one of us can hold back any longer. Tenderness turns to punishing as we chase our orgasms. Her moans become louder and more desperate, and she cries out my name as frenzied currents carry us higher and deeper into each other until we catapult off that cliff together…
…and fall.
I love you. I love you.
Our chests heave in gulps of air, our mouths finding each other, our kiss slow and sensual as we ride the aftershocks. The energy that sparks between us is palpable, always there and ever-present, even in the quiet afterglow when our bodies are spent.
“Let me make a memory,” she says, mapping my face, exploring my lips, my eyebrows, the creases at the corners of my eyes, like she’s discovering them for the first time.
I nuzzle her neck. “Good?”
“Sodamn good.”
“Happy?”
She tugs my earlobe with her teeth. Kisses my shoulder. My neck. My lips. “Sodamn happy.” She lowers to her knees, and the sight of her kneeling in front of me short-circuits my brain.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Wrapping one hand around the base of my cock, her lips close around me, and she deep throats my dick until she gags.
My eyes roll in ecstasy. “Jesus, Kitten. Your mouth. So fucking good.”
Hollowing her cheeks, she works my length with her tongue, and it doesn’t take long for her hot, wet mouth to have me spilling down her throat.
Those pale-green eyes lift, and I’m a goner. “Now, take me to bed.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
ELIZABETH
What’s Your Number?
My back hits the mattress,his body following. The weight of him on top of me feels divine, and I wrap every part of myself around him, my fingernails scoring into the hardened muscles of his trapezius.
His chest is insane. His ink a gorgeous tapestry. His breathtakingly handsome face. He really is magnificent to look at.
“What?” he asks, his lips soft as they kiss me.
Emotions pummel my heart from all directions. “Nothing…it’s just…”
I know I’m being irrational about the betrayal I’m feeling about welcoming another man into the bed I shared with my husband. I haven’t even been able to sleep in this room since Ryder passed away.
Fallon kisses the tear that slips free. “Tell me. Let me in. I’ll always be your safe place.”
How does he do that? How can loving him be so effortless?
And I do love him. More than I thought possible. It’s different from how I loved Ryder, but it’s just as powerful. Andthat scares the crap out of me. Losing Ryder almost killed me. And if I lost Fallon…
I smooth a lock of his damp hair off his forehead. “I’m just happy.”
