Page 140 of Outlaw Heartstrings
Easton exhales contentedly, his large palm caressing up and down the curve of my spine. “I’m so fucking happy you’re here with me, Alba. I know I pulled away when you needed me and I failed to make you feel secure but I’m sorry, and I can assure you that I will never do that again. You know that, right?”
I search my heart, I search my soul, and then I respond. “I know…” I swallow down my bubbling nerves. “I’ve never felt more confident in another person’s love for me.”
Easton and I have both made mistakes. But I believe that we’ve both learned our lessons. Losing each other is too high a price to pay.
He squeezes me tightly. “I love you so much, Alba. I can’t even explain it to you. I don’t care what happens next. Just know I will shoulder any burden, I will slay any dragon for you and Jagger.”
Tears gather in my eyes. “Gosh. I love you, Easton.”
Gently angling my chin with his knuckles, he brings his lips to mine. In between kisses, we murmur a thousand ‘I love you’s. We touch each other. We caress each other. And the temperature between us begins to mount.
“Get on top of me,” he commands in a growl. The gravel in his voice lights a spark at the base of my spine. When his hand hooks around the back of my thigh, I swing my leg across his waist, straddling him.
“Easton…” I croak out his name when I feel the hardness of his erection, already waiting for me.
He grips my waist, directing me to rock back and forth, in time with his own movements. “God, yes. Alba,” he responds before taking my mouth in another gentle kiss.
My wandering hands search for his skin, roaming over his chest and down his torso. But I need more. So I begin undoing the buttons of his shirt right as his fingertips are slipping beneath the hem of my dress.
“Touch me…” I say in a broken plea as I impatiently try to rip his shirt from his torso.
It’s only now beginning to register how much I need him, how much I missed him over the days when we were apart.
He twists and contorts his body, dragging the long sleeves of his shirt down his arms until he’s shirtless.
With a smile, he brushes his soft lips against mine. “Anything you want, Tiny Tiger. I’ll give you anything you want.”
Easton’s tongue slides against mine and, on cue, warmth floods my panties. My hips rotate on their own, grinding my pelvis against his. He takes that as an invitation to slip his hand under the edge of my underwear and his massive palm cups one entire globe. My pussy throbs at the way he squeezes and kneads my behind.
He looks up at me as if mesmerized. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?” His eyes do a slow, heated skim of my upper body. His attention hooks on my breasts and I feel a blush rush across my skin. My nipples are tingling and when I look down, they’re proudly pebbledand begging for attention through the thin fabric of my dress.
Easton doesn’t disappoint. He cups them, squeezing gently before leaning up to capture my right breast with his mouth.
“Oh my…” I throw my head back and moan in surprise as Easton sucks my nipple, right through the linen of my dress.
“Grind down on me, Alba. Harder,” he commands in that throaty voice I can’t help but obey. I drag my hips back and forth, back and forth, making sure to grind my clit along the rigid length of his shaft.
Easton grasps the lace of my panties and gives one hard tug. I whimper at the sound of the fabric shredding in his hand.
“You’ll be replacing those,” I threaten as I watch Easton fling my damaged undies across the grass.
“My pleasure, baby. It’s a fucking honor, getting to spoil you.” His fingers glide up the inside of my thigh until he’s tracing a tender line along my soaking pussy lips. My legs open wider.
“Easton,” I whimper.
He gently thumbs my clit.
“Getting to touch you.”
He presses down, adding pressure and circling the little nub again.
“Getting to fuck you.”
He slides one finger through my folds, easily filling my hole.
“I’m going to spoil you for the rest of your life.”
I whimper, my fingers finding themselves in his hair. “God, yes.” My mouth falls open as he stuffs me with his finger. In and out. In and out. I ride his hand, wanting to feelhim deeper, wanting to control the pace, wanting everything he’s not giving me.
