Page 174 of Into These Eyes
I smile as she closes the door behind us. The thought that we’ll never sleep alone again swells my heart.
As we stand side by side in her ensuite and brush our teeth, staring at each other in the mirror, I take it all in. It’s surreal, yet completely and utterly normal. A normal I’m sure most people take for granted. But to me, this is so far removed from my life in prison, it means everything.
Back in the bedroom, she grabs a fresh set of her usual pyjamas. While she changes in the ensuite, I strip down to my boxer briefs and slide into my side of the bed. When she emerges, my dick gets hard again at the sight of her in that skintight camisole and boy-leg undies. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I’ve seen her like this, I can’t get enough. The fact that she’s keeping her completely naked body from me until tomorrow drives me crazy. And I love it.
Kneeling on the bed, her breasts bounce a little as she settles back on her heels, our eyes locked.
“Christ, J. Get under the covers before I go insane.”
Leaving her lamp on, she does as she’s told. Once she settles on her side, she props her head up with one hand and places the other over my heart.
“I was wondering,” she begins tentatively, “if maybe you’d like to invite Lach to Christmas lunch?”
Reaching out, I cup her neck and graze my thumb over that tender spot behind her earlobe. “Remember Benny’s coming. He’s the one who’s always been there for me. Now I need to be there for him. He might feel pushed aside if my father’s here, and I never want that thought to cross his mind.”
She slides her hand from my chest to my chin, her fingers gently stroking my beard. “Another reason I love you. So damn thoughtful when it comes to how others might react. And you’re right. We’ll make Christmas special for Benny. It is, after all, his first Christmas on the outside in forty years.”
I tug her in close, cradling her head until her face is tucked into my neck. “Maybe … we could invite my father over Boxing Day?”
She nods. “I think he’d like that.”
Stroking my fingers up and down her spine, I say, “I wonder if he has someone special in his life.”
Lifting her head, she props her chin on the hand covering my tattoo. “I asked him about that. He doesn’t. He said Mattie was it for him.”
“So, I do have something in common with him after all,” I murmur, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “You’re it for me, J. I know it right down to the bottom of my soul.”
She stares at me, her eyes a little wider, her pupils swallowing those emerald jewels. For a moment, I think I’ve said too much, revealed too much, but that can’t be right. I’ve told her in no uncertain terms how much I love her,whyI love her. She shouldn’t be surprised.
Then she’s sprawling on top of me, her lips pressing briefly to mine before she lifts her head, her face alight with love and happiness.
“Seems we both have a lot in common with the way our parents felt about each other. Because you’re it for me too, Gavin. I have absolutely no doubt about that.”
Although the weight of her body on mine is intoxicating, I roll her over until I’m on top of her. As I devour her mouth, our bodies rock against each other instinctively, our hands squeezing and groping, unable to get enough.
When our air runs out, I stare down at her. “Jesus, woman. You’re a wet dream and the love of my life, all wrapped up in this perfect, gorgeous package. How the hell did I get so lucky?”
“I could say the same about you. Only the price you had to pay to get here was far too high.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “It was worth every fucking second, J. I’d go through it all again as long as it led me here. To you.” The words slide out of me so easily. Apart from believing no one would ever want me, let alone Jamie Evans, it’d crossed my mind that I might be a little too damaged, a little too distrustful when it came to loving someone. Not with her. It’s so damn easy.
Eyes welling with tears, she lets them spill down her face.
“Hey,” I murmur, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not upset. I’m just so happy right now, my body can’t keep it contained.”
Goddammit. I kiss her. Softly. Tenderly. Trying to convey everything I feel for without words.
She rocks into my erection and grins. “Looks like your body can’t contain your happiness either.”
I smile down at her. “That’s not just happiness. That’s euphoria. And a hell of a lot of frustration.”
“Hmm … you think it’s any different for me?”
I drop my head to her shoulder and groan almost silently, letting her know just how much she’s torturing me. Sliding to her side, I tell her, “Roll over. We’re never getting to sleep at this rate.”
With a little grumble, she turns off her lamp, then I draw her tight against me until every inch of our bodies touch. Even her feet rest atop mine. Like last night, I position the length of my erection between her perfect little butt cheeks, and let out a half-satisfied, half-frustrated sigh. She responds by wiggling a little too seductively.
