Page 193 of Lovers Like Us
I stare at his mouth, my sarcastic retorts dying. “What do you usuallydo?”
His tattooed hand clutches my jaw, and his mouth brushes my ear, whispering, “You’llsee.”
I release my grip on the dresser and hold the back of his neck. He walks me backwards before I unglue my feet. Tonight, I don’t fight to be the one to guidehim.
I just steal a deep kiss, and my legs hit the mattress. His palm to my abs, he shoves me down hard. My spine meets his black sheets. Breath knocking out ofme.
Farrow climbs on top, and we’re all limbs and muscle, sweat and speeding heart beats. We wrestle for the lead, his strength all overme.
I’m burning up at a million degrees. Our mouths slam together, a fucking kiss that pushes my body against his.Closer.We tangle, then untangle, and Farrow pins me down. I’m lying on my chest, my knees digging into his softsheets.
His pelvis is in line with myass.
This position sends signals to my nerves to prepare for ultimate intensity. One last effort, I try to flip Farrow and hook hisankle.
Yeah, that doesn’twork.
I justconcede.
My forehead almost touches the mattress. Breathingheavily.
“Fuck,” Imutter.
Farrow stands off the bed, and I fixate on his movements while he walks bare-assed to the end table. His tattooed build is carved with lean muscle, and his fingers gently open the drawer. Pulling out condoms, lube, and he tosses a couple towels on thebed.
When he looks back at me, he smiles. “You love this.” His voice is a hundred percent gravel tied insilk.
Yeah.
I love how he moves. How he speaks, how he acts. Who he is. Justhim.
I love all ofhim.
“Maybe,” I sayconfidently.
He checks me out like I just did to him. How I’m on my knees, my forearms, and I’m waiting for him. The bed undulates as he climbs back. Staying behindme.
I relax my muscles. It’s easier for me since we’ve led up to this point. Especially after New Year’s Eve in the hotel. My body trusts him. I trust him, and I’m not even partiallyafraid.
God, I just wanthim.
Craning my neck over my shoulder, I watch him rip open a condom and then sheath his erection. He places his knees on either side of my waist, his confidence like a hammer to mypulse.
He clutches my ass with that tattooed hand, and then teases me open with two fingers, the lube warm.God.My chest tightens, breath twisted in mylungs.
Farrow studies my body’s reaction. That felt fuckinggood. Not bad. He sees, and slowly…slowly, he starts to push intome.
My head swings forward, the sensations gripping my nerves. Not able to watch, I bite down, nose flaring at the build-up—oh fuck.I growl into a groan as he goes deeper,deeper.
“Fuck,” he mutters, letting out a shallow breath. “I didn’t think you’d be this tight.” He shifts his knee slightly, pushing even further into me.Fuckme.
Farrow rocks forward, thrusting in a perfect rhythm. I can’t concentrate on words. My vocabulary dwindles tofuckandJesusChrist.
While I’m underneath him and he’s above me, he places his palms flat on the mattress. Only an inch above my hands that fist his black sheets. His inked arms stretch like pillars beside my biceps. He practically shields me with his body—as he rams in andout.
My twenty-eight-year-old bodyguard is fuckingme.
His pace is rougher, faster—I choke out a groan, he’s hitting a sensitive spot that tries to shake me limb-to-limb. My muscles flex, my eyes ache to rollback.
