Page 14 of Home to You
“I want you,” she breathed against my lips, her fingers frantic now, fumbling with the buckle. “Please, Jake. I need you inside me.”
“Eden,” I groaned her name like a prayer.
She popped the button on my jeans, worked the zipper down, and slipped her hand inside. Her fingers curled around my dick, and I nearly lost it right then.
“I haven’t been with anyone since …” She swallowed, her thumb brushing over the head of my cock. “Since before my divorce. I was tested.”
I braced one hand against the wall beside her head, the other gripping her hip. “Same. I’m good. I swear.” I paused, just for a second, the gravity of what we were talking about doing hitting me suddenly in the chest. “But Eden?—”
“Please. I need this. Need you,” she interrupted, her voice soft but firm.
Hearing those words, hearing the frantic way she spoke them, made my control snap. In the span between one heartbeat and the next, I weighed the risks and decided I didn’t care. I needed Eden like I’d never needed anything before in my life.
“Fuck it.” I grabbed her thigh and hitched it as high on my hip as I could, given the jeans puddled around her ankles, as she guided me to her entrance, her eyes locked on mine.
She nodded her permission, and I pushed inside her in one slow, aching thrust, and we both gasped. It felt like coming home and losing myself all at once.
But the angle wasn’t right. Her back hit the wall, and her hands scrabbled for purchase, caught between holding on and tugging me closer.
I pulled out, breathing hard. “Turn around.”
Her eyes flared, and she spun, bracing one hand against the wall in front of her.
“Both hands,” I said, my voice rough with need. “Hold on tight, baby. I’ve waited ten long years for this moment.”
She planted her palms on the smooth, worn wood, fingers splayed, chest rising and falling with every breath. I bent forward, kissed the back of her neck once, then gripped her hips and lined myself up again.
I slid back into her in one deep thrust, both of us groaning as her body stretched to take me. My hands tightened on her hips, and I set a rhythm … steady at first, then harder, deeper, chasing the high I’d been denied for a decade.
Her breathy moans echoed throughout the barn, bouncing off the rafters and mingling with the ragged sound of our breathing. Her body took every thrust like it was made for me, as she pushed back against me with every stroke.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips as I leaned over her, my chest brushing her back, and my mouth at her ear.
She whimpered, her head dropping forward, her hips stuttering as she clenched around me. She was close, but not quite there yet.
I reached around, my fingers finding Eden’s clit, and rubbed it in tight little circles, matching the pace of my cock driving in and out of her. “That’s it, baby. I’ve got you.”
Her whole body locked up a second later as she cried out, her release crashing through her like a dam breaking.
“Fuck,” I growled, gritting my teeth, trying to hold on, trying not to come inside her even though every instinct screamed for it. I pulled out fast, one hand gripping my cock, pumping hard as the orgasm tore through me. My hips jerked, and I groaned loudly as I came, thick ropes spilling onto the dirt floor between her boots.
I stood there for a beat, bent over, as I fought to catch my breath. My forehead dropped to the small of her back.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, rising up to press a kiss to her neck. “You okay?”
She nodded, still leaning against the beam, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Better than okay. I’m perfect.”
Yeah, she fucking was.
We didn’t say much after. Just helped each other back into our clothes.
I should have let her leave then. Should have chalked this up to closure, to unfinished business finally being settled between us and moved on. Instead, I found myself reaching for her hand as she gathered her things.
“Eden, wait.”
She paused, and I saw my own uncertainty reflected in her eyes. We’d just crossed a line I swore I’d never cross again, and part of me wanted to pretend it meant nothing. Just two adults scratching an itch. But looking at her now—her hair mussed,lips swollen from my kisses, wearing my mark on her skin—I couldn’t lie to myself about what this was.
“Yeah?” She asked, her voice tentative.
