Page 171 of Into These Eyes
He shakes his head. “No. They’re private. They’re mine … and now yours.”
“But people would be amazed—”
“No, J. They’re my therapy. When I get overwhelmed, drawing them lets me escape.”
I study his face, see the sincerity there. As I run my fingers through his hair, I try not to let my own vulnerability show when I ask gently, “You still get overwhelmed?”
He nods, drawing me closer. “Yeah. I do. There’s a lot going on right now. But Jamie, being overwhelmed isn’t always a negative thing. Loving you as deeply as I do … sometimes, I don’t know what to do with that sort of fierce emotion. Drawing your eyes … it’s hard to explain. It just works for me.”
If my heart expands any further, it’ll explode. So I kiss him and try to show him everything I feel for him too, but I’m not sure I know how. This goes deeper than any words or touches can convey. And that’s when it hits me.
Breaking the kiss, I gaze into his eyes. That’s where it is. I see it pouring from those beautiful blue irises. I saw it when he broke down on me after revealing how he tried to comfort my mother. It’s the reason I kissed him.
Flicking my attention to the sketches spread across his desk, I realise it’s there in my eyes, too. There’s no hiding it, and I don’t want to.
His hands tighten on my waist, bringing me back to him.
“I told you, J … I see you. Even when I didn’t know you, I saw you. And I never want tonotsee you.”
I drop my lips to his. When our tongues meet, his hands travel languidly up the backs of my thighs and beneath my skirt.Groaning, I lift my mouth from his and stare into his blown pupils.
“When you touch me like that … God, it turns me on,” I whisper.
“Every damn thing about you turns me on. All the fucking time. You wearing this skirt … I remember the first time I saw you in it by the river. These beautiful legs, all smooth and perfect. Christ, how I kept my hands off you for so long is a total mystery to me right now.”
Reaching higher, he cups my arse and squeezes, deepening that ache for him, making me want so much more.
I take a step back, then another, grasping his hands when they slip from my backside. His questioning eyes gaze up at me, and when my legs hit his mattress, I sit down and pull him forward.
“I need to feel your weight on me,” I demand.
Rising from the chair, he towers over me. “Where’s the sadistic one?”
“Out by the pool.”
Crashing his mouth crashes against mine, he grabs my shoulders and follows me down to the mattress. As he settles himself over me and eases a knee between my legs, I’m not surprised to find him already hard against my thigh. Instinctively, I press up into him, wanting more, wanting everything.
A low groan of frustration slips past my lips as I free my leg from between his so I can circle them both around his waist. The moment his erection makes contact with my damp panties, we being rocking slowly into each other. It feels so natural, so right. So torturous.
Grabbing my wrists, he draws them above my head, then tangles our fingers together so we’re palm to palm. Somehow that feels even more intimate than the friction between my legs.
Trailing sweet kisses over my cheek, he sends goosebumps skittering across my skin when his lips brush the shell of my ear.
“Fuck, J. I’m desperate to be inside you.”
Heat blasts through me as I squeeze his hands. “You had your chance last night.”
“That’s not what you needed. It wasn’t the right time.”
“Oh God, do I want it to be the right time now. This feels amazing.”
A low growl vibrates from his chest to mine as he nibbles at my throat, his tongue tasting, lips gently sucking.
“You realise we’ve been reduced to teenagers sneaking around so we can make out, right?”
I chuckle silently. “Is this what that feels like?”
He lifts his head and looks at me with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, then thrusts against me. Arching my back, I tighten my legs around his hips and dig my heels into his arse.
