“Your hand isn’t where that belongs right now.” His voice turned commanding as he found my soaking center. “This is where my cock belongs.” He slid fingers into me, making me gasp.
“Or here.” He kissed me deeply, reminding me how much I loved his cock in my mouth.
“Or here.” His other hand gripped my ass, fingers stroking over the tight ring of muscle.
“Those are your choices. Which one’s it going to be?”
I shivered at the filthy images his words produced. The weight of him in my hand, knowing how it felt to have him buried deep inside me, made me squirm with anticipation.
“Why do I have to choose? Why can’t we do all of it?”
Eric’s groan was desperate, needy. “I don’t think I’d last long enough.” He sheathed himself quickly. “I’d love to have your lips wrapped around me while I get you off with my mouth. But I couldn’t handle it right now. Just the thought has me on edge. I have no self-control around you.”
“Do you know how much that turns me on?” Heat flooded through me. “Knowing I drive you so wild you can’t control yourself? You make me feel the same. I love that we can take each other there.”
Something flashed hot and wild in Eric’s eyes. Suddenly I was pinned beneath him, arms trapped at my sides by his powerful embrace. When he slammed into me, the force was almost painful.
It was the best feeling in the world.
With only a few furious strokes, a powerful orgasm ripped through me. My body convulsed, aftershocks continuing long after the initial eruption.
“Gorgeous.” He traced a finger over my lips.
As I came down, Eric slowed his movements, kissing me languorously. Still connected, he rolled us to our sides, hands roaming over my hair, down my neck, cupping my breast. His touches were featherlight, mapping my body with sweet provocation.
He started moving inside me again—slow, tender, different than before. This felt like something more. Like he was speaking without words, telling me the connection growing between us could be real.
His blue eyes held my gaze as he slowly worked me back to the brink. With my face captured in his big hand, he forced me to maintain our stare.
The intimacy built as our shared breath fanned around us, and Eric increased pressure with each thrust.
My leg wrapped around his waist, fingers digging into his back, heart beating erratically as Eric dragged another exquisite orgasm from me. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but I closed my eyes and cried out softly when bliss washed over me.
Seconds later, eyes wide open to witness, Eric followed me over the edge. Tension dropped from his features, ecstasy clear in his groan of satisfaction.
As he kissed me tenderly, tired contentment took over. We weren’t going to break the bed tonight.
And I was entirely okay with that.
DAY MINUS 3
Chapter Twenty-One
Eric
The familiar pain started at the base of my neck the moment we walked through the hospital doors. Harsh fluorescents, antiseptic smell, the hum of too many conversations—all of it building pressure behind my eyes.
I should have expected my sister would be here, ready to make it worse.
Celeste stood outside Caleb’s room, arms crossed, red nails tapping against her sleeve, disapproval sharpening her features. When she spotted Jamie’s hand in mine, her scowl deepened.
Christ. So much for easing back into this.
I stroked my thumb over Jamie’s wrist. It was an attachment I hadn’t been able to break since checking her out of her room at the resort. A connection I might never want to break.
“Where the hell have you been?” Same old Celeste. Even her questions sounded like accusations, but she wasn’t looking for answers. She was looking for a fight.
Thing was, her bite had never worked on me. I’d been handling her long before she’d learned to weaponize guilt.
