Page 59 of Dangers of Love

“Me too.” I shoved my hands between us, jerking at the button and zipper with an impatience that made Eoin chuckle, the vibration sending a new shiver through me.

“Get up.” He lifted me off his lap even as he said the words. Before I could take things the wrong way, he added, “You need to get those pants off.”

Right. My pants. Just having his pants off wasn’t going to do me much good if I stayed fully clothed.

In the time it took me to kick off my pants, he had his pushed down his thighs and his erection free. I didn’t bother with my underwear, not wanting to wait even a few seconds longer to have him inside me. I climbed back on his lap, using a hand on his shoulder to steady myself while the other pulled aside my panties.

“Easy, ea–”

I sank down on him in one continuous motion. It wasn’t fast, but I didn’t stop or slow down either. I just let him fill me, stretch me.

Complete me.

I let out a shaky moan, my head falling forward, and my eyes closing. Was it always this good? Would it continue to be this good? Every time? It didn’t seem possible.

“Fuck.” Eoin’s hands tightened convulsively on my hips. “Fuck. Aline. Sweetheart.”

His voice was gravelly, harsh, as if each word was ripped from somewhere deep inside him, and I had to open my eyes. I had to see his face. See if his feelings matched mine.

His eyes were a deep green now, darker than even the needles on our tree. They burned into mine, held my gaze. Neither of us looked away, not even once I began to move. Unfamiliar whimpering sounds fell from my mouth, and the muscles in my thighs burned as I found a rhythm that worked for us both. A roll of hips and shift of angle put the friction right where I needed it. My muscles tightening around his cock with each rise and fall made him groan, made him jerk with the sort of involuntary movements that came with struggling self-control.

“Aline…sweetheart…fuck…sweetheart…” Eoin mumbled words over and over, some comprehensible, some not.

But I didn’t need to know what each word was to understand what was happening between us. No matter how urgent, how needy we both were, we were making love.

Thirty-Three

Aline

Best.Christmas. Ever.

I woke up next to Eoin, my muscles pleasantly sore, and my stomach blessedly calm. A glance at the clock on Eoin’s side of the bed told me it wasn’t quite eight-thirty, which meant we had plenty of time for a slow morning. I was glad for that.

Eoin and I had decided to open our gifts for each other this morning – nothing big since neither of us had realized how our first Christmas together would go – and then head to my parents’ place. The few hours between now and then would give me some time to prepare myself for what was coming. It also allowed me to enjoy the holiday morning with just the two of us. That wouldn’t be something we’d experience again for quite a while.

I watched him sleep until my need for the bathroom superseded my desire to keep my eyes on him. When I came back into the bedroom, he was awake and waiting for me. We made love again before heading to the kitchen for breakfast, which we ate in the living room while we opened our gifts.

These were the memories I held onto as I dressed for the trip to my parents’ place. I still wasn’t sure how much I wanted to tell everyone today, but they needed to meet Eoin as, at the very least, my boyfriend. Mom and Dad had initially heard about him from Freedom the morning after Eoin and I had spent the night in their house, but I didn’t know what else she’d told them after I’d left.

I supposed I’d be able to gauge their reaction when we walked in together and then determine from there how much to share. If I didn’t need to do much damage control, I’d feel more comfortable giving them what would definitely be surprising news.

Movement in the mirror caught my attention, and I met Eoin’s eyes in his reflection. I held up the necklace he had given me earlier today.

“Help me?”

As I pulled my hair aside, he smiled and came over. He had large hands, but his fingers were dexterous, and he easily fastened the necklace before placing a kiss on the back of my neck.

“I’m glad you like it.” He moved my hair back over my shoulders, his touch lingering. “I’ve never bought jewelry for anyone but Mom before, and it’s definitely not the same thing.”

“No, it wouldn’t be.” I turned to face him. The expression on his face was that soft one I’d only seen a couple times before, and it’d only been when he’d told me something that I believed he didn’t share with many people.

His fingers brushed against my cheek. “It looks good on you.”

I raised up on my toes and kissed his cheek. “Maybe after we get home, I’ll wear just it and my ring.”

Heat filled his eyes instantly. “Maybe you could give me a little preview.”

“I’d like that.” Reluctantly, I stepped out of his arms. “But if we get distracted now, we’ll end up being late to my parents’ and then later getting back.”

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