Page 137 of Delicate Storm

“I want that too. But I’m so scared.”

“Nothing needs to change from the outside looking in, but I want you to be mine, Paige. Even if I’m the only one that knows about it.”

“Funny thing is…I‘ve been yours since we met, and I’ve never felt like this before.”

Easton’s hands move to my face before sinking into my hair. “I’ve never felt like this either,” he whispers, his eyes bouncing between mine. “And while there’s a chance I’ll fuck it up, I can’t stand being casual anymore. In fact, we’ve been way beyond casual for a while.”

He pulls my face toward him and I press my lips to his, instantly opening my mouth to let him in. The kiss is soft and explorative. Different. We’re different. It’s not about a release anymore. It’s so much more than that.

Grabbing Easton’s face, I lean closer and deepen the kiss as I gently rock my hips. His cock hardens as he lets out a soft groan, but nothing changes, both of us keeping things slow, taking our time, feeling the moment.

My heart beats frantically as we kiss, and after another minute, Easton pulls back, his crystal-blue eyes staring into my soul. “I never saw you coming, Paige. But fuck, I’m glad that you’re here.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Easton

Istand up with Paige still in my arms and walk her to my bedroom before laying her down on my bed.

The intensity of her gaze as she stares up at me has my pulse racing, and I feel it too. Something has shifted between us. My feelings were already big, and I told her as much…but now, I want to show her.

Sitting her up, I slowly drag the tee over her head before kissing her shoulder while I undo her bra, letting my lips linger as I kiss a path toward her neck, sucking the flesh into my mouth as we both fall back to the bed.

Paige mewls as her arms tighten around me, but I don’t stay like that for long, brushing my lips across her skin, making my way toward her navel.

Slipping my fingers under the waistband of her leggings, I drag them down her legs and leave her panties in place, my gaze locked on the see-through material as I fight to keep things slow.

When I reach her pussy, I blow on the fabric covering her clit, loving the way her body lifts to get closer to me and the soft moans that escape her.

“God, East,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “You haven’t even touched me.”

I kiss her clit through her panties, once, twice, squeezing her thighs as she jolts, and just when I think she’s going to beg me for more, I guide the material to the side and lick a path through her folds, needing her tonight just as much as she needs me. I’m past the teasing; I just want to be with her.

As I switch between licking and sucking, Paige squirms beneath my touch, fighting for the control she’s used to. She grabs the sheets before lifting her hands to her pert breasts, squeezing her nipples while I pleasure her.

Her orgasm builds while I work her pussy with my tongue, and I’m about to add my fingers to the mix when she calls out breathlessly. “Stop,” she rasps. “I’m close but I want you inside me. I want to finish together.”

I pause, glancing up at her through her open legs, my brow raised in question. “Please, East,” she giggles as she pleads again.

As if I could say no. “Done.”

I strip in record time, sheathing myself before I crawl onto the bed, hovering above her. Paige sits up, her face flushed, her hair a mess, and I’ve never seen her more beautiful. “How do you want me?” she asks, a hint of nerves in her tone.

“I want you like this. I want to watch as I slide into you, and then I want to see you, all of you, as you come apart.”

Eyes wide, she nods as she spreads her legs farther, welcoming me between them, watching our connection while I line up with her entrance. There’s already tension in the air, but when I push inside her, we both pause, our eyes meeting as all the emotion comes to the surface.

I groan as I fill her, my eyes never leaving hers, catching her throat bob as she swallows. And a sad reality hits me. I have never made love before now, because this is so much more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. This connection with Paige is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. And that’s as terrifying as it is thrilling.

When we finally move, it doesn’t take long to find our rhythm.

With my arms braced on either side of her head, I cage her in as I rock, meeting her thrust for thrust as the pressure builds inside me.

“God, East…” she trails off but…

“I know. Fuck. I know.”

Her walls tighten around me and I pick up speed, pounding into her as she bucks her hips, chasing the high, ready to fly over the edge.

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