Page 131 of Into These Eyes
He lowers his head, and finally,finally, our lips touch. Brushing his mouth over mine, he explores my lips, pressing and gently applying suction, then pulling back and starting all over again. This kiss, this pure care and exploration, is the sort of kiss I believe only a man who loves me would be capable of.
My mind spins. I could never have imagined I’d fall so hopelessly in love with the man I despised for so long. The way he’s kissing me, the way he talks to me, all the little touches and looks, makes me believe he feels the same way.
With my love desperate to burst from my chest, I grip his shoulder and crush him to me so I can feel his pounding heart.
And then he opens his mouth, angles his lips over mine and kisses me with restrained passion. I groan, slip my fingers into his hair and lean into his erection, letting him know I want everything he has to offer.
Our mouths, soft and yielding, then firm and coaxing, continue to experiment and explore each other. When his tongue slides between my lips and meets mine, his chest rumbles with pleasure, shooting hot spikes of desire through my entire body.
Lifting his head, his craving eyes stare into mine.
“Well?” he rasps.
It’s only then I remember his earlier question “No,” I whisper, “it can’t kiss me like that.”
“Can it make your skin tingle like this?”
He brushes his lips over my jaw, and I tilt my chin up, giving him access to my throat. His mouth sucks and tastes, teeth gently nipping as he makes his way down the side of my neck. And he’s right. The way his short beard tickles my skin, has me tingling all over.
“No,” I breathe, so turned on, I can’t remember why I was ever nervous.
When his hand glides over the curve of my waist, I clutch his wrist, encouraging him higher. He watches my face as he cups my breast. Sighing, I close my eyes and arch into his palm.
I want to touch him so badly, but he’s interlocked our fingers above my head, and I’ll only interfere with this sensuous game he’s playing if I move my other arm.
“Can that toy undress you like this?” he asks, tugging at the knot behind my neck until the fabric releases.
Like he’s unwrapping a precious gift, he peels down one side of my halter, revealing one naked, waiting breast.
“No,” I answer, my exposed nipple tightening painfully.
Those black pools ringed by decadent slivers of blue, shift from my gaze and take in the sight of my uncovered breast. His chest expands on a long inhale.
“Jamie … you’re so, so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick and broken. With incredible tenderness, his palm brushes over my tight nipple, sending such a sharp stab of heat between my thighs, I rock my hips into him, seeking more.
“Gavin,” I breathe. “I want your mouth … your tongue …”
He stares at me, apparently as surprised by my words as I am. Thank God, I don’t have to ask twice. He dips his head, his warm lips grazing over my skin until he cups my breast and brings his down on my nipple. Drawing me in, his tongue swirls over the pebbled flesh, dragging a groan from my throat.
Giving in to the need to touch him, I squirm my free hand between us and palm his erection through his trousers. When his hips grind forward, I curl my fingers around his thick cock, feeling the vibration of his growl on my nipple as I squeeze.
Impatient, I frantically work on his buckle, his button, his zipper. Over his tight boxers, I slide my palm up and down the hot length of him and discover he’s leaking into the waistband. A shiver of satisfaction courses through me. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one with damp underwear.
While I explore, he draws my nipple into his mouth with more force, sending a spike of pleasure straight to my clit. And I need more. I need him bare in my hand.
When I dip my fingers beneath his waistband, he captures my wrist and raises his head, his breaths harsh and ragged. “I’ll come if you do that. You’ve got me so worked up, I’m way too close already.”
I smile, loving that he’s barely in control.
Studying me with a glint of mischief, he grumbles, “Think that’s amusing, do you?”
I nod.
“Let’s see how you like it.” Forcing my hand above my head, he secures both wrists in his firm grasp.
Crushing his lips to mine, his tongue delves in a way that shows me it’s not the only part of his body that wants deep inside me. And I welcome it,wantit. Something new and bold is awakening inside me, something that wants everything, that pushes aside all my inexperience and tells me to surrender. And I do. I let go and give myself to him completely.
Turning me on my side so we’re face to face, and I’m firmly supported by the back of the couch, he tugs his shirt free of his trousers. Yanking at it impatiently, the last few buttons I hadn’t managed to undo suddenly pop into the air, before clicking somewhere on the floorboards. As I let out a giggle, he spreadshis shirt wide and crushes his hot, hard chest against my bare breast. The touch of our naked skin fizzes my blood like an electric current. I’ve never heard the noises leaving my throat before, but I’m not embarrassed. He’s making them too, and it’s fucking wonderful.
