Page 295 of Eternal
I sucked in a breath, his thigh under mine, his skin against mine. Every nerve in my body lit up like it had just remembered who it belonged to.
Then he touched me, not where I expected.
One hand traced my thigh…up, up…slow and sure. The other found the back of my neck, grounding me with a thumb that brushed beneath my jaw, so soft it almost broke me.
“I don’t know…” he murmured, lips brushing my temple. “Tasted the best thing I’ve ever had yesterday. Might need another bite.”
I buried my face into the curve of his neck, trying to hide the smile breaking wide on my lips. “That… that might work.”
He leaned back to look at me, his fingers had slipped under my shirt, grazing my ribs.
“You think?” he asked, eyes burning with hunger. “I could get more creative.”
“I’m kind ofsore,” I whispered, and it came out smaller than I meant.
That crooked grin of his came back. “That’s not gonna stop me from thinking about it all damn day.”
His fingers were unhurried, tracing their way to one breast, pausing there, waiting. Not for permission, but for me.
“Wanna know the worst part?” he murmured, breathing warmly on my cheek. “I’m the one who’s mad now.”
I blinked. “Mad? Why?”
His hand slid slow across my skin, lazy circles beneath the fabric. “Because now I’m addicted. And I don’t do well with that.”
I don’t do well with addiction either…
I tightened my hands on his shoulders to stay grounded. His kiss came next, slow, searing, not innocent at all.
The kind of kiss that stripped my breath, rewrote everything I thought I knew aboutwantingand gave it a new sense.
It was passion and safety, heat and home. Such a strange mix for the heart to feel and hold.
I shifted against him before I could stop myself, moving slowly, tentatively, testing.
His breath caught. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Use me like that…”
I didn’t answer, I simply did it again, slower. It felt good, better than good. It felt like reclaiming something I never thought I’d want again, my own pleasure.
His hands slid down to my hips, helping now, guiding every movement, nothing rushed, nothing forced.
Just... us.
When I gasped again, this time louder, almost breaking, it wasn’t because of the sensation, it was because of him.
The way he held me carefully, calmly, grounded like I was doing something sacred, something holy, and he was lucky to witness it, to feel it, to be the cause of it.
I was grinding so hard his towel slipped off completely. Skin to skin now, and he was solid beneath me, every inch of him there, letting me take whatever I needed. I used him and he let me. Hell, he helped me, his hands on my hips, guiding me, anchoring me to feel every cell of his body underneath me.
Harder. I neededharder.
“Fuck,” he breathed, head tipped back, mouth open. “Look at you…”
And I did look down, I felt insane, desperate. My body moved without asking my mind for permission, and my mind followed the rhythm of its own. Every breath tasted of him, every star I was seeing had the color of his eyes at their centers. It felt like something in me was cracking open only from how he was holding me, how he let me use him and never once tried to take. He justgave.
I moved harder, faster, chasing the end of it, all of it. The hurt, the heat, the sudden terrifying closeness. And then I shattered, barely making a sound this time, only a sharp and strangled breath and a shake all through my body.
He caught me, pulled me close, arms around me tight. He kissed my temple, voice low, half-laughing but soft, “Came again,partner? Can’t wait to make this a routine.”
