Page 27 of Unexpected Forever
Her smile slays me, and I have the overwhelming urge to claim her as mine.
“Hold on, babe. It’s gonna be a rough ride.” I adjust my hold on her, gripping her ass firmly in my hands.
“Promise?” She grabs my shoulders as I snap my hips, filling her to the hilt.
I’ve lost count how many times I’ve been inside this woman tonight, but each time feels like the first time.
Correction. This is better than the first time.
There are no barriers between us, and the feel of her silky walls contracting around my hard length makes me think my head might actually explode.
Claiming her mouth with mine, I pull out and slam back into her, pinning her to the wall. I swallow her moans as our tongues tangle and we find our rhythm.
“Fuck, Charley. You feel phenomenal,” I murmur against her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent and unable to form any more words.
“Oh, God, yes, Nate.” Her eyes open, and the blue of her irises is as dark as the night sky. “Harder.”
I reach between us and, with my thumb, circle her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure she loves. She heaves out a breath and her pussy clenches. “Oh, God, yes.”
My name falls from her sweet lips over and over, and with each thrust, I’m one step closer to losing my mind. I’ve lost myself in the feel of everything about her.
Her tits bounce against my chest, her nails scrape against the short hair at the nape of my neck, and her thighs tighten around my waist.
I want to hold back, but the way her pussy constricts around my cock when she comes again has my balls tight and sends a tingle up my spine. With one last thrust, my world implodes.
I slap my hand against the wall over her head and try to catch my breath. Our pants mingle when I lower my forehead to hers.
Only years of training my leg muscles keep me standing upright, but they’re shaky.
Before I drop her, I step back, and her legs unlock their vise grip around my waist as I lower her to the floor.
Her arms stay around my neck and my hands still cup her ass. It’s as though we can’t let the other go.
Maybe I don’t want to let her go.
I rub my thumb along her pillowy-soft bottom lip. Her tongue darts out and licks the tip of my finger. The sensation shoots straight to my chest, making it ache.
There are no words. Just our eyes saying things that are best left unsaid.
Bending at the knees, I pick her up and carry her back to our bed. She may not be mine, but for tonight, this room, this bed, this night is ours.
She doesn’t protest, doesn’t try to leave, when I gather her close to my side again. Goose bumps slide along my skin as her fingertip lightly traces the outline of the tattoo on my pec.
“Nate?”
I look down to find her eyes on me, a solemn weight to them. “Yeah?”
“I just wanted to let you know I had an amazing time tonight. And you’ll always be special to me.”
I smile as my heart beats hard against my ribs. I line her jaw with my forefinger. “You’ll always be special to me too.”
I want to memorize her soft skin so I can remember what it feels like when I have to fall asleep without her. “My gut didn’t steer me wrong.”
Her brows furrow. “About what?”
“That being with you would be the best one night I’ve ever had.”
Her eyes are shiny, and I know by the time I wake up in the morning, she’ll be gone.
