Page 67 of The Lies We Told Ourselves

Then we paused. The chill of the air brushed across my skin, and I felt a rush of heat sweep over me.

It was different this time. The urgency we always had between us had bled away into something new. Something almost reverent as Booker cupped my face in his hands and lowered his lips to mine.

I could feel the heat coming off his skin as his body pressed against mine. It was impossible not to run my hands up his chest, letting my fingers trail across his skin as our lips moved together.

When I couldn’t take the fraction of distance between us any longer, I pressed Booker back onto the blanket, sliding one leg across his body as I straddled him. Our lips didn’t part for a second, and Booker’s hands tangled in my hair to keep me exactly where he needed me. In the one place I’d never be able to leave even if I wanted to.

His hard cock pressed against my already slick entrance, and I felt Booker lift his hips, pushing just the tip inside.

My mouth opened with a gasp, and his tongue slid into my mouth, twisting with my own. This kiss deepened to the point where I didn’t want it to end.

Booker’s hands trailed up my spine, and I felt his fingertips flex as he tried to hold himself back from pushing into my body like I knew he wanted.

I could feel the quiver of restraint in his muscles as I slowly pushed myself down, sheathing him inside me at a maddeningly slow pace.

Part of me wanted to rush. We both wanted it. We both needed that feeling of completeness that came from finally coming together in this way.

But there was something about the anticipation that made every fraction of an inch feel so much better than the last. That pinch of pain as my body stretched to accommodate his size and how Booker’s breathing picked up its pace as I slowly gave him the thing he craved most.

Me.

When my hips were finally pressed tight against his, Booker sat up, clasping my body in his arms as he pulled my knees around him. His hands trailed up my thighs, gently brushing up the sides of my body until I seemed to lean back without even meaning to, just to have the feel of his thumbs brush across my stiff nipples.

“Reece,” Booker whispered in awe, his gaze moving down the front of my body, which had been revealed to him.

There was an emotion hanging in the air between us that I was afraid to acknowledge. It was too soon. Saying those words now could burst this bubble we’d found ourselves in. I couldn’t ruin it. I wanted to stay in this one perfect moment forever.

I slowly rose on my knees, watching how it made Booker’s lips part as he hauled in a breath. His eyes roamed across my body before he slipped a hand between us, his thumb brushing against that bundle of nerves that made my body suddenly set on fire.

Even though a sense of urgency ran through my body, I set a slow pace. Luxuriating in the feel of Booker’s body beneath me. Watching the slow bunch and flow of his muscles as he worked my clit in time with my movements.

I leaned forward again, finding it impossible not to taste his lips once more.

“Booker?” I whimpered, as the feeling of pleasure started building higher inside my body.

It shouldn’t have been possible with the slow way we were moving. But as the muscles inside me clenched and fluttered, the orgasm that was building inside felt like it had the power to devastate me absolutely.

And I needed it more than anything else I’d ever needed before.

“I know, baby,” Booker murmured, his free hand coming to my hip as he helped to guide my movements. “I feel it too.”

I pressed my forehead to his, my motion slowly building as I breathed in every breath that flowed through his lips.

It was sensual, erotic, and my head felt light as the building pleasure clouded my mind.

Booker’s lips parted like he was about to say something, but the words never came. In its place was the crest of pleasure we were both chasing. I locked onto the look in his eyes as we both slipped into oblivion and came together.

He felt this unnamed emotion just as much as I did, and it wouldn’t be long before it changed everything.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

BOOKER

The downside of having Xander at the ranch was that he was here to see the dopey look on my face when I came back from the ride with Reece. From the grin on his face, he was definitely storing this information for future taunting.

And I didn’t care.

I was happy. I’d reached a point in my life where I woke up with a smile on my face.

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