Page 62 of Avery's Hero

Cupping my right knee, he pulls my leg across my body until I’m on my left side. Scooping his arm beneath both my knees, he pushes them up toward my chest.

“I won’t be so deep this way.”

He grips my thigh with one hand, and slides the fingers of his other hand down my slippery folds. I start to breathe like I’m running when he presses two of them into me. “So wet for me, beautiful.”

Pleasure rips through me like an arrow from my clit to my nipples. “So desperate. I can hardly stand this ache,” I mutter, clenching my eyes closed. I’m embarrassed by how much my body wants this man. I’m delirious already. I can’t imagine what’s going to happen to me when he fills me with his cock this time.

Bracing himself on one hand, he leans down to my earwhile he works me up with his fingers. “I’m going to make love to you all night, beautiful girl.”

“Yes…” I hear myself cry softly.

“I’m going to worship every inch of you. I want you to remember our first time making love.”

Clutching the sheet, I groan, “This isn’t our first… The truck… In your shower.”

He drags his thumb across my clit, stopping my words. His gaze intensifies as he watches me swallow. Hotly, he says, “That wasn’t making love.”

My eyes feel as big as saucers. A shiver slides over my skin. “Ooooh…”

Lowering his lashes, his eyes darken even more. “You’ll see.” His heat wraps around me as he folds his body over and around me, positioning himself to enter my throbbing core.

He kisses my temple. Brushes his mouth along my shoulder. Lifts my hand, and kisses the back of it, making sure to capture every finger.

Breathily, I reply. “Ooookay. I like where this is going.”

His voice drops lower. “I’ll be gentle.” Then he flexes his body on mine, presses my legs open farther with his thigh, and kisses me again.

I love that he’s really getting into this kissing thing. Because I’m starving for more. The man’s got mad skills. He kisses me until I’m mindless again. Deeply. Slowly. Perfectly.

And the weight of him is like a dreamy man-blanket. I feel delightfully small beneath his big, protective body.

Everything about him is oversized. Against my thigh lays his loaded weapon. Ready for more action. He flexes his hard, hot muscles against me, rolling his hips, pushing into me, with the promise of mind-melting pleasure.

Inch by inch, he sinks into me. Stretching me. Staking a claim.

I start to pulse all over as I concentrate on having him so deep inside of me. Touching places I’ve never been touched before.

A startling, unwelcome, thought bolts through my mind. Is that what’s happening to my heart too? He’s delving deeper than any other soul?

I almost sob.

No! That’s not what’s happening here.

But god if it doesn’t feel like I’m dangerously close to the edge of something incomprehensible.

Something dangerous. Uncontrollable.

Damned if I’m able to stop myself from running toward it.

I’m too drawn to him. Like moth to flame, bees to honey, sunset to the horizon.

“This is making love.”

He brushes my hair back and looks deeply into my eyes. “This. Feel this connection,” he says softly.

A storm of butterflies takes off inside of my chest. Then he kisses me, moving his soft lips and perfect tongue against mine. I could fly right now. Leap tall buildings. Swim raging rivers. Paint the sky with pink hearts.

God, who is this woman inside my head? Pink hearts? I’m probably the least romantic woman on Earth, and here I am…

---