“That's it,” he growled, maintaining the position ruthlessly. “Take it all.”
He could feel her getting close, her body tightening around him like a vice. Before she could tumble over the edge, he pulled out, flipping her onto her back. She made a sound of protest thatturned into a moan as he hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove back inside.
“I want to feel you when you come,” he said roughly, one hand finding her throat, not squeezing but simply holding, feeling her pulse race under his palm. “Want to feel every tremor...”
She was completely undone beneath him, hair spread across the pillow, skin flushed and damp with perspiration, her mouth open in a constant stream of pleas and his name. He'd never known anything more beautiful in his life, didn't need sight to know she was perfection at that second.
His free hand found the place where they were joined, his thumb circling with practiced precision. “Come for me, Georgia. Now.”
She shattered on command, her body bowing off the bed, a scream torn from her throat that he swallowed with his mouth. The feeling of her pulsing around him, the taste of her cries, the complete abandon of her surrender—it was too much. He followed her over with a hoarse shout, spilling inside her with an intensity that left them both trembling.
But he wasn't done with her.
Before she could fully recover, he withdrew and turned her onto her side, spooning behind her. She made a soft sound of confusion that turned into a gasp as he lifted her top leg and entered her again from behind, still hard despite his release.
“Keaton,” she whimpered, oversensitive and trembling. “I can't—”
“You can.” His hand found her breast, rolling the peaked nipple between his fingers while his other hand held her leg up, keeping her open. “One more for me, love. I know you have one more.”
He moved slowly this time, deep rolling thrusts that had her gasping with each one. His mouth found her throat, sucking another mark into the delicate skin while his hand drifted down to where they were joined.
“Feel how perfectly you take me,” he murmured in her ear, guiding her hand down to where he was stretching her. “Feel how wet you are, how your body welcomes me even when you think you can't take more...”
She moaned brokenly, her head falling back against his shoulder. He could feel her building again, slower this time, a wave rather than an explosion. When she came, it was with a sob of his name, her whole body shuddering in his arms as he held her through it, finally spilling inside her once more.
They collapsed together, utterly spent, neither able to speak for long moments. Keaton pressed lazy kisses to her shoulder, her neck, tasting the salt of their exertion and treasuring her with each kiss.
“I think…” Georgia finally managed, her voice completely wrecked, “you may have killed me after all.”
He laughed against her skin. “The doctor did say you needed bed rest.”
“I do not believe this is quite what he prescribed.” She turned in his arms, wincing slightly. “Though I find myself thoroughly cured of any ailments.”
“Except the ability to walk tomorrow, I would wager.”
“Worth it.” She kissed him softly, a stark contrast to their earlier passion. “Completely worth it to know the man I love can be that man—commanding and gentle, wild and...”
Her hand flew to her lips as the words registered. The air between them shifted, charged with something far more dangerous than just desire.
Keaton went perfectly still. His heart, already racing from their exertions, now threatened to burst from his chest entirely. “What did you say?”
“I—” Georgia's body heated further, though he wouldn't have thought it possible given their recent activities. “I didn't mean—that is, I hadn't planned—”
“Georgia.” He caught her chin gently, tilting her face up to his. “Say it again.”
“Keaton, I—”
“Please.” The word came out raw, desperate. His thumb traced her lower lip, still swollen from his kisses. “If you meant it, say it again.”
She drew a shuddering breath. “I love you.” The words emerged in a whisper, then stronger. “I love you, Keaton. I have been so frightened to say it, to even think it, but I—”
He crushed his mouth to hers, pouring everything he couldn't yet say into the kiss. When he pulled back, they both were dazed.
“I have loved you,” he said roughly, “since the moment you thrust yourself into my life and chose to never surrender, despite my ego and pride giving you every reason to turn away and never look back. I love you so fiercely it remakes me with each breath…”
A sob escaped her, or perhaps a laugh—with Georgia, the two were often indistinguishable. “You cannot possibly…”
“I can. I do.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Though if you require further proof…”
