Page 185 of Into These Eyes
“I think his exact words were ‘Dickhead, she wants you.’”
“Do you think that’s why he came to an agreement with you? So you could give this a shot?”
“Yeah, I do.” He rolls me onto my back and presses his erection into my thigh. “And now, I think we should go have a shower”
“But I don’t want to move.”
“Neither do I but … I think I might’ve made a bit of a mess of you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,oh. Gotta be some downside to not using a condom.”
Reluctantly, I let him lead me into the shower, then not so reluctantly, I let him wash every single millimetre of my body.
After we’ve dried each other off and agree that we need a nap to recharge, we slip into bed. Moving closer to him, I’m greeted by a cold, wet spot against my hip.
“You know,” I murmur, “it’s not really fair that you have to sleep so far away from the bathroom. I think you should take my side of the bed.”
He palms my breast and chuckles. “If you want me to sleep on the wet patch, you only have to ask. You know I’d do anything for you.”
And I know deep in my soul, he means it.
Chapter 45
Gavin
As I start to drift awake, a grin pulls at my lips. I don’t open my eyes. Not yet. She’s pressed against me, her head tucked beneath my chin, her little breaths tickling the hairs on my chest. I’m pretty sure my arm’s numb beneath her, but with the delicious sensation of her bare flesh against mine, I don’t care. Even with my hard dick sandwiched against her stomach and her naked pussy resting on my thigh, I refuse to disturb her.
No matter what she says, she must be a little sore. And I know if I make a move, she’ll let me. She seems to get as much out of pleasing me as I do from pleasing her.
So caring and precious. Such a fucking surprise. I thought she’d be sweet and innocent in bed, and I would’ve been more than happy with that, but the fact that she’s never explored her sexuality is a goddamn turn on. And so far … well, she’s blown my fucking mind.
We both have a lot of lost time to make up for, and I’m more than thrilled that I’m the one who gets to help her discover what she does and doesn’t like.
But that’s only scratching the surface.
She’s never been loved. Neither have I. And it’s fucking incredible. Like soaring with utter freedom.
It’s the truest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
And every breath in me knows she feels it too.
That’s the real clincher.
Unable to wait another moment, I open my eyes and drink her in. With the covers tucked under her arm, dark hair tumbles in a glorious mess over her bare shoulder. It takes all my strength not to run my fingertips over that smooth flesh.
I don’t want to wake her. Not yet. Not when this tidal wave of emotion is hitting me so hard, I feel like I’m drowning. Tears spill from my eyes, and I clamp down so hard on the urge to sob that I can’t breathe. The immense and painful lump in my throat refuses to budge, and there’s no way I want her to wake to a sobbing mess of a man in her bed.
Nothing …nothingI ever dreamed of or fantasised about in prison compares to the reality of my life right now … the reality of her. I had no idea a love this deep could deliver so much happiness it goddamn wrecks me.
Then I remember what she told me when she couldn’t contain her own tears of happiness. When the emotion is so intense your mind can’t contain it, your body has to release it.
That’s exactly what this feels like.
Very slowly, I draw in a lungful of air, then carefully exhale. Then I do it again and again until I’m back in control. Inching my hand from her hip, I bring it to my face and wipe away the evidence of my tears.
Satisfied I look normal again, I want her eyes. Sliding down the covers, I take in the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip, her breasts flush against my chest. As the cool air seeps into her skin, she wriggles closer and lets out a contented sigh.
