Page 176 of Into These Eyes
“When I push into you, when our bodies join, I want to look into these eyes. I want to see exactly how they change in that moment.”
She curls her hand around the back of my neck. “Thank you. For being so patient. For loving me even though we haven’t been able to—”
“I’d love you even if I didn’t have a dick. As long as you loved me back, I’d be deliriously happy if all I ever got to do was give you pleasure.”
“Well,” she says, her eyes brimming with emotion, “that might just beat any compliment I’ve ever given you.”
“You like that?”
“So much,” she whispers as her fingers sink into my hair. “But I’m glad youdohave a dick, because I want to make you feel just as good.”
We rock our bodies together, our breaths hitching again. “You already know you do.” With every ounce of strength I have, I kiss her lips and roll off her. “Let’s get to sleep.”
She finds my hand and squeezes without letting go. “Good night, Shawshank.”
“Good night, J.”
I wake gradually to the sound of playful squabbling coming from the kitchen, reminding me again how well sound travels in this house. Stretching out diagonally across the bed, I let out a long, satisfied yawn, surprised how fully rested I feel after the torture of trying to keep control last night.
Showered and dressed, I head to the kitchen to find Anika at the stovetop, while Jamie flits between pouring orange juice and checking on bread in the toaster.
Neither have spotted me, so I lean against the breakfast bar, just like I did my first morning here, and watch, observing the difference only three short weeks can make. Instead of ogling thewoman I was intensely attracted to, I’m now ogling the woman I’m also madly in love with.
And then there’s my sister.Oursister. Yeah, saying that doesn’t exactly make me comfortable either, but apart from twisted minds thinking the worst, it’s kind of special. Sharing a sibling with the love of my life only reinforces my view that we’re connected, that we were always meant to be.
When Jamie turns toward the fridge to put away the orange juice, she startles a little at the sight of me. Unfortunately, today she’s fully dressed and clearly wearing a bra. Damn shame.
Rushing forward, she plants a kiss on my lips. “Morning.”
I cup her arse, pull her in close, and murmur. “Best morning ever.”
“Okay!” Anika shouts from the other side of the kitchen. “No groping each other until I’m gone.”
Releasing Jamie, I ask, “What’s all this?”
“A goodbye breakfast for Anika. She’ll need some extra energy today,” Jamie explains, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I’m guessing Anika’s not the only one who’ll need extra fuel.
“For once, you get to relax. Now, go sit,” she instructs.
By the time I take a seat and Jamie places a glass of orange juice in front of me, Anika’s heading around the breakfast bar with three plates expertly balanced. She sets them down and I stare at the perfectly fried sunny-side-up eggs resting on toast with bacon on the side.
“Seems I should’ve been pretending I didn’t know how to cook all along. I could get used to being waited on by one beautiful woman and Satan’s sidekick.”
“So fucking funny, dickwad. Only I’m nobody’s sidekick.” Before I can stop her, Anika stabs her fork into one of my eggs, bursting the silken yolk.
“While you’re at it, don’t forget the other one. Then you can cut everything up into nice little bite size chunks for me.” I only justmanage to snatch my hand away before her fork slams into the placemat.
“Anika!” Jamie shouts.
“He started it!”
I hold my hands up in surrender.
“That’s right, bro. That’s exactly how every perp’ll behave when I have them cornered.”
“No doubt about that. You’re fucking terrifying.”
