“Beautiful,” he whispered, our eyes locked together.
I didn’t look away.I couldn’t.I was trapped in his beautiful green eyes, lost to him, tothis.
I began to rock faster, then lifting and lowering, fucking him, sending us both to that ethereal place I'd been before.
“Aw, fuck…” Lynx’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me down on him, his cock filling me.“So fucking perfect.”
Itwasperfect.
Beyond perfect.
And that, more than anything, was the most terrifying part.
I knew it would be so easy to fall completely in love with this man.
In fact, it was quite possible I was already there.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Lynx
Iknew without a doubt that now that I'd had a taste of Reagan, I was completely hooked.And watching as she rode me, I wanted to stay just like this for the rest of my days.She looked like a fucking goddess atop me, the long, wet strands of her hair hanging over her shoulders, brushing my chest with the motion of her body.Her soft pink nipples hardened into points, her golden skin gleaming.
“Come here, girl,” I whispered, pulling her mouth down to mine.
When she rested atop me, I gripped her hips, holding her still as I thrust deep inside.Our tongues met, sliding against one another as I took the reins and fucked her from underneath.
“Lynx…” Reagan pulled her mouth from mine.
I didn’t slow, punching my hips upward, driving into her while I watched as she threw her head back and cried out, her pussy squeezing me as her orgasm raced through her.I didn’t stop thrusting, merely slowed as she rode out her climax.And when she was finished, I rolled us both so that I was on top.
“One more, girl.I want you to come for me one more time.”
“Lynx…”
Before she could argue, I slammed home, retreated, then slammed in again.With every powerful thrust, she moaned, her nails digging into my arms as she held on to me.
“So hot … so wet… Come for me, Reagan.Come all over my cock, girl.Let me?—”
“Lynx!”
Damn, I fucking loved when she said my name.And I'd been serious.My new mission was to have her screaming my name as loudly as possible.
Reagan’s pussy clutched me tightly, this time strong enough to drag my release from me.It stole my breath as I slammed into her one last time, my dick pulsing deep inside her body.I watched her face, loving how uninhibited she was, how fucking beautiful she was.
Although I was tired, my body wrung out, I'd be damned if I wasn’t ready to go again.Like a fucking teenage boy who’d gotten my first taste of pussy, I wanted to keep going, but I knew she was exhausted.
I eased from her body, then headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom.When I returned, Reagan was in the same place, her eyes tracking me as I moved toward her, a sexy smirk on her lips.
So fucking beautiful, my heart squeezed.
Although we probably should’ve gotten up, gotten dressed, and headed back to the shop, I couldn’t resist crawling back in bed with her.The tension in my body eased completely when she curled up against me, her head on my chest, the way she’d done the other night when she had stayed.
“A nap sounds perfect right now,” she whispered.
I grunted softly.Being here with her was the perfect part.Awake, asleep, it didn’t really matter.
I brushed her hair away from her face and gently stroked her back while she breathed against me.She probably felt the steady thump of my heart against her cheek, but she didn’t say anything.
