There’s no redemption for a man like me. Lainey is as close to heaven as I’ll ever come.
But I’m damned if I can’t stop myself from possessing her all the way.
CHAPTER 6
Lainey
Joel looms over me,his hands on each one of my knees. He sits between my legs like I always imagined. My thoughts are slow and loopy as my body sinks further into the comfortable bed. I want to stay here forever.
“I'll need to go slow,” he rasps. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“I don't want you to hold back. I want it all.” I've risked this much and come so far. We’re not stopping now.
I prop myself up and reach for him, draw him down, and kiss me. His beard scrapes my face. I taste myself on his lips, a musky and sharp flavor, with a hint of Joel underneath.
“I want this,” I whisper into his mouth, and that seems to be enough.
He shifts himself over me. “All right, Lainey. All right.” His hand comes to my left breast, the ragged nap of calluses catching on my soft skin in a rough caress.
He dips his head and kisses me deeper. I open to him, inviting him to give me more. We fall back into each other as easily as if we were born to do it.
His dick probes my entrance. I’m wet enough, he can push in. The stretch burns in the best way. I make a little sound and he pauses but I arch my hips up, letting him sink in a little more.
He holds himself over me, not quite all the way inside me. His broad shoulders fill my vision. All I can see is him.
“Breathe, Lainey.”
I pant against his mouth. I scrape my nails down his back, scratching lightly. He's left his mark on me and I want to leave my mark on him.
Will he remember this night? Will he think of me fondly? Or will this barely be a blip on his radar; the faintest memory?
“Lainey,” he calls. “Come back to me.”
I blink, and study the glacier ice in his eyes. I tip my hips up and dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer. I want my skin to meld to his.
He rocks over me, moving deeper. His weight comes down on me slowly, and I breathe to better accept the pressure. Finally, he’s sheathed fully inside me, his hips cradled in mine. I feel him deep in my belly. We're together as close as people can be. It’s everything I've ever wanted.
“You’re going to come for me again.”
“I don't know if I can.” I've read that it's difficult for some women to orgasm vaginally.
He pulls out a little and slides back in, angling his hips somehow so he drags over a sensitive spot in my pussy. Sparks fill my vision. “Don't think. Just feel.”
His body works over mine in a rocking, easy rhythm.
“So tight,” he mutters. “So beautiful. My angel.”
Pressure builds in my belly. With each drag of his cock, a hot flush comes over me and my muscles draw up tighter and tighter.
The fire’s burned low but the temperature’s rising. The heat builds between us.
I writhe under him, needing to move, needing more. “Joel…”
“That's it, babygirl. Say my name.” He glides in and out of me. “Look at me. I'm the one who's fucking you.” His cock swells inside me, stretching me until I can't take any more. “Give over, Lainey. Give everything to me.”
He lowers his head and nips my lip. The combination of the pain, his scent, the way his cock rubs me—it’s too much. Something inside me snaps, and golden warmth fills my limbs. Joel shudders over me, his cock pulsing deep inside me. For a moment, he lets his full weight press me into the bed. He kisses my brow, my right cheek, my lips. Then he pulls out and gathers me to his chest.
For a moment, we simply breathe.
