Page 23 of Home to You
Fuck, she felt like heaven. Like everything I’d spent the last ten years trying to forget, only to realize I never really had.
I dipped my head to kiss her, then moved lower, trailing my lips over her jaw, her throat, the soft skin just beneath her earwhere I’d marked her in the barn. She arched up into me, a pleading, desperate sound falling from her lips as her hands slid into my hair.
Every breath, every movement between us felt like we were trying to memorize each other. Relearn every detail we’d once known by heart.
I stilled for a beat, brushing her cheek with my thumb as I held myself deep inside her.
Her breath caught.
“I love you, Eden,” I whispered. “I never stopped. Not for a second.”
She cupped my face, pulling me down for a kiss that felt like an answer. “I love you, too,” she said when we broke apart to breathe. “So, so much.”
I rolled my hips again, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back into her in one long, slow push. She was soaked and hot and tight around me, her breath catching with each stroke.
Her head fell back against my pillow, her lips parted, and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Eyes on me,” I rasped.
They flew open, locking on mine. I reached for her wrists and gently pushed them above her head, threading our fingers together and pinning them to the mattress.
I kissed her again, deep and claiming, letting it stretch out until we were both breathless. When I pulled back for air, I made sure she knew exactly what was happening. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”
“Please,” she whispered, writhing beneath me, her hips arching off the bed, chasing friction. “Ruin me, Jake. Remind me that I’m yours.”
That did it. The last thread of my control snapped.
The room filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, our breathing growing rougher, ragged, even more desperate. “Still like it when I lose control, don’t you? Still want me to mark you up so you remember who you belong to?”
A broken sob escaped her lips. “Yes. Please.”
I drove into her in a sharp, brutal thrust, and she cried out beneath me, her back arching and her eyes fluttering shut.
“Don’t look away,” I growled, adjusting my angle and slamming into her again.
Her gaze locked on mine instantly, and she whimpered.
“That’s it,” I said roughly. “That’s my good girl.”
Her mouth parted on a gasp, the tension in her body coiling even tighter.
I fucked her harder, each thrust pushing her up my mattress. My name spilled from her lips over and over again, high and wrecked and desperate.
When I could tell she was close to breaking apart, I reached between us and found her clit, rubbing fast and tight in those little circles I knew drove her wild. Her body bucked beneath mine, her thighs trembling.
“I’m there,” she cried. “Jake—oh fuck—I’m coming?—”
“Give it to me,” I coaxed, driving into her. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”
Her whole body seized, her pussy clamping around my dick and pulsing hard enough to pull a strangled curse from my throat as I chased my own release.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips jerking as I spilled into her, the strength of her orgasm dragging mine right out of me. My body shook, every muscle tightening and releasing all at once.
Afterward, we lay there tangled, our bodies sweat-slicked and our chests rising and falling in tandem. I didn’t want to move. Couldn’t, really. Eden’s fingers were stroking absently at the nape of my neck like she didn’t even realize she was doing it.
I kissed her shoulder. Then her collarbone. Then her cheek, just below her eye, where her skin was still flushed and damp.
She turned her head slightly and looked at me, a soft smile ghosting across her lips, lazy and content. Her eyes were half-lidded, her hair a wild mess across the pillow.
