Page 73 of The Last Chance
“Look at me, Joanna.” His hot mouth covered hers, their tongues meeting with a feverish hunger. “I need to watch you as I take you.”
Holding her steady with a strong hand splayed against her back, he gripped his manhood, rubbing the head over her sex, his mouth parting, his smouldering gaze never leaving her for a second.
“I can see how badly you want this,” he groaned like he wanted it so badly it pained him. “I need you riding my cock, Joanna. Tell me when.”
“Now. Don’t wait.”
He entered her, the first inch stretching her wide, pushing against the slight resistance. Another inch deeper, and his eyes rolled in their sockets, his breath coming in shallow pants.
“God, Joanna.”
She welcomed the intrusion, unprepared for the unrelenting pull on her heartstrings, the sweet ache of love banishing the slight sting as Aaron filled her full.
He gazed up at her, allowing her to glimpse the man beyond the veil, his dark eyes softening, shimmering like deep pools at dusk. She saw the intense warmth of adoration, a burning passion that spoke the words his lips could not.
We belong to each other now, her heart whispered.
“Does it pain you?” he said.
“How could it? It feels like we were made to fit together.”
“In all my wildest dreams, I never believed this was possible.” He gripped her hips and rocked her slowly, the movement making him swell inside her as excitement built in her, too. “You need to ride me and find a rhythm. Take what you want, love. Be greedy.”
“Show me how.”
With strong arms, he lifted her, driving deeper into her as he lowered her down. “Like this. You control the pace. Don’t be nervous. You don’t need to be nervous with me.”
She came up on her knees and sank slowly down, whimpering as she sheathed him, taking every solid inch. The friction of him sliding in and out of her, his guttural groans of appreciation, and the slick sound of the act heightened her arousal.
There was something primal in his eyes as he watched her. His hands moved over her body, caressing the soft swell of her breasts, his thumb sliding through her folds to strum her aching sex.
“Don’t stop, Aaron. I’ve never known such bliss.”
“You’ll come for me like this,” he panted. “You’ll come around my cock, Joanna. Lord knows I’ve thought of little else the last six months.”
The tension inside her built, like the sea’s ebb and flow, she was being pulled closer to the shore. Her release broke through her like the crashing of a wave, a sudden surge of pleasure that had her body clenching around the man she loved, hugging his manhood hard as she whimpered and called his name.
“Hell, yes!” Aaron stared at her, passion burning in his eyes like embers in a night without stars. “Things may become frantic. Do you need to rest? We don’t have to continue.”
Her nipples were aching peaks, her bud engorged, her heart still pounding. She didn’t want this moment to end, and neither did her lustful body. “Don’t stop. We need to fit a lifetime of lovemaking into an hour.”
Before she’d caught her breath, he held her tight to his solid body and stood. “Wrap your legs around me. If I’m too rough, you must tell me. Look at me, Joanna. Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels so good.”
She was against the wall, Aaron driving into her again and again. The power in every movement, the frenzied desperation, belied the man who’d feigned indifference.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she said, loving that he had lost control, taking pleasure in the fact he couldn’t get enough of her.
“This won’t be the end of us,” he growled, moving her to the bed and laying her on her back. He slowed the pace, holding her hands above her head, their fingers entwined, rolling his hips as he filled her, the sensation sublime.
Such passion could not be tempered.
She’d wait years for him, a lifetime if necessary.
“Let our thoughts control our destiny,” she said, her mind a haze of desire. “We will see each other again, Aaron. We have to believe it’s possible.”
“You’re mine, do you hear me?” he said when she climaxed again. “You’ll wait for me. I’ll work night and day to clear your name. I’ll not rest until you’re home and in my bed.”
