Page 121 of Into These Eyes
Sinking a hand in her hair, I angle her head and deepen the kiss, our lips sliding, our mouths barely open. When I brush my fingers delicately down the side of her exposed neck, goosebumps break out beneath my fingertips like braille. And God, do I want to read her with my hands, my mouth, my tongue.
As I slide her thin robe from her shoulders, her exploring hands travel up my t-shirt-covered torso and over my pecs, flaring the fire already raging.
I find the strap of her camisole and gently drag it off one shoulder. Skating my fingertips back toward her neck, she shudders beneath my touch.
This is everything I’ve wished for, and nowhere near enough.
Her fingers thread through my hair, and when she makes a tiny mewl of pleasure at the back of her throat, I know she wants more too.
Heart on the verge of exploding, I break the kiss, trailing my lips over her cheek until I reach her ear. “Christ, J. I love the way you smell first thing in the morning,” I murmur as I nuzzle thatsensitive spot below her earlobe. “And when you get home …” I place a feather-light kiss to her neck. “And when you’re sitting beside me … And before you go to bed.” Touching my tongue to her goosebumps, I kiss a delicate trail all the way to the edge of her shoulder.
“Gavin,” she breathes, her fingers curling around the strands of my hair. “Oh, God, that feels amazing.”
I lift my head and cradle her jaw in my palm. As I try to catch my breath, I remind myself that this is real, this is happening. And she’s just as turned on as I am.
“These lips,” I murmur, brushing my thumb across their sensitive plumpness. “I want to kiss them every second I’m with you … every moment I’mnotwith you.”
Her fingernails scrape through my beard. “I feel that too. I can’t stop thinking about you … wanting you.”
“Thank fuck.” Desperate to taste her again, I kiss her, running my tongue over the seam of her mouth. She releases that little sound of pleasure again and opens for me.
Sweeping my tongue inside, she meets me halfway and I let go of my own rumble of exultation. She tastes like everything I’ve been craving my entire life.
Fuck, I’m hard. I need to be closer to her. I want to grab her everywhere at once, but more than that, I want to savour every first touch we share.
As our kisses fill the air with delicious sounds that set my blood on fire, her knees cradle my hips and squeeze. At first, I think she’s stopping my progress, until she wraps her legs around my waist, scoots forward on the countertop, and pulls me right up against her.
The moment we connect between her thighs, we groan into each other’s mouths. Fuck, she’s so hot against my dick, I feel it right through my trackpants. Pressing my hand to her lowerback, I draw her even closer, positioning myself right where she needs me. Then I rock my hips into her.
Whimpering, panting for breath, she lets her head fall back, exposing that slender neck, her fingers tugging on my hair, encouraging, demanding. Desperate to mark her skin the way she branded mine, I drag my lips down her throat, but stop short, all too aware that she won’t appreciate going into the office like that. Instead, I kiss and nip and lick, devouring every erotic noise I’ve never heard her make before.
Supporting her arched spine with one hand, I trail my other down her side until I find the swell of her braless breast. Sliding my thumb between our welded bodies, I locate the hard, puckered nipple, and rub.
Her fingernails scrap my scalp, and her heels dig into my arse, pulling me in hard as she grinds against the length of my cock.Fuck. She’s so much more than I imagined. Bolder, hungrier, sexy as fuck. Always surprising me.
My breaths ragged, I lift my mouth from her throat and lean away just enough to watch her tight little body writhe against my dick.
“Fuck, J … you’re so gorgeous … so unexpected.”
Her hooded eyes bore into mine before she drags my mouth back to hers. Finding the bottom of her camisole, I slide my hand underneath, up higher until I’m holding the weight of her firm, silky breast. Gently pinching her hard nipple, a thrill surges up my spine when she gasps and bucks against my cock.
Her pussy’s a fucking furnace and I’m burning up right along with her. She’s so damn close, I can taste it on her tongue. Problem is, so am I. But if I can tip her over the edge first, the embarrassment of coming in my pants will be worth every second.
Wrenching my mouth from hers, I nuzzle her ear and groan, “Fuck, yes … Let go, J … give into it.”
I grab her hip and slow our rocking into a sensuous, inseparable rhythm.
“Oh, God … Gavin … yess … oh my God, right—”
Loud and shrill, her phone rings, vibrating on the countertop beside us.
We freeze. I know that ringtone. It’s her fucking boss. Again. But I’m not about to get angry at his interruption this time. He may not have done Jamie any favours, but he’s probably done me one by saving me from inevitable humiliation.
With my mouth still against her ear, I grumble, “Don’t worry. When I fuck you tonight, I’ll make you come. Over and over. I guarantee it.”
At her sharp inhale, I grab her phone and hand it over.
Pressing the phone to her ear, her eyes never leave mine as we try to catch our breath.
