Page 183 of Into These Eyes
After giving me a long, slow, drugging kiss, he eases back, places his palms on the tops of my thighs and watches as he parts me with his thumbs.
I’m raw and exposed, but the way he’s looking at me with such rapture, I can’t help but grow hotter and needier.
“Christ, Jamie. You’re a damn angel in a sinner’s body.”
As I writhe beneath his steady gaze, he fists his cock, dragging it from my entrance to my clit, then back again before slipping the head inside. His fingers curl into my hips, and he rocks forward, sinking into me halfway.
Eyelids heavy, he finds my gaze locked on him. “That invisible thread that’s connected us from the start … now I can see it. And it’s fucking beautiful. The way you’re stretching around me. Seeing it and feeling it at the same time … Jesus …fuck.”
Fascinated, I watch him sink all the way into me, that line of hair below his navel like a goddamn arrow pointing straight to heaven. Placing his thumb on my clit, he drives into me, both of us taking in the joining of our bodies, both of us feeling the connection, the pleasure.
I’m getting close, and I know he is, too.
My breasts bounce around so much from the impact, I cross my arms beneath them and cup one in each hand.
“Christ, J. Touch your nipples,” he grinds out.
I do as he says, circling them with my thumbs, and when he copies the motion against my clit, I detonate.
“Oh, God, Gavin. Oh, fuck …yes!” Ecstasy races through my body, all thoughts gone as I come apart around the one man I thought I would hate until my dying day.
Lurching over me, his rhythm lost, our gazes locked, I feel him swell inside my clutching walls. A thunderous growl from deep within escapes his lips. As I cup his jaw and he drops his forehead to mine, I feel the wonderful sensation of him pulsing inside me, emptying everything he has into me with his cock and his eyes.
Breath blasting, he collapses, burying his face in my neck, his heavy body crushing me in the most sublime way. Lying beneath him, I revel in the beat of his heart pounding against mine.
After a few moments, he pushes up on his elbows and gazes down at me with the goofiest smile I’ve ever seen on his face.And I smile right back, falling madly in love with him all over again.
Long and slow, he kisses me, and I drink him in, savouring this wonderful afterglow.
“Holy fuck,” he murmurs.
“Well, that says it all.”
He laughs, his whole face filled with a deep happiness that almost bursts my heart. Rolling us onto our sides, he pulls me in close, tangling our legs until our naked bodies are snug against each other.
As he presses sweet, loving kisses to my forehead, he asks, “You okay?”
“That all depends on what you mean byokay. I think you’ve broken my brain, but my body doesn’t seem to care. Or maybe it’s the other way around?”
He brushes damp tendrils of hair from my forehead with such tenderness my eyes prick with tears. “I need to know if I hurt you.”
I give him a cheeky grin. “You just want to know if you’ve got a big dick, don’t you?”
He throws his head back and laughs, his body shuddering against mine. Taking me by surprise, he flips me onto my back and captures my wrists above my head. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I want to know. Now, woman, tell me … did I hurt you with my monster dick?” With his free hand, he tickles my exposed underarm.
“Yes!”I squeal, squirming uselessly beneath his hard body until he stops the onslaught. “Yes, it hurt,” I say, catching my breath, “It hurt so good, I can’t wait to do it again.”
“You little hussy.”
Cracking up, we roll onto our sides again, his forehead dropping to mine as our bodies absorb every beautiful laugh that escapes us. When we relax again, he cups my face.
“I thought the happiest day of my life was the day you stepped into that caravan and told me you knew I was innocent. But this, right here, leaves that for dead.”
My heart beats hard as I slide my palm over his tattoo. “You say the most wonderful things.”
“You deserve the most wonderful things.”
“So do you,” I whisper.
