Page 56 of Mr. Fixer Upper
Wordlessly, he shoved her hand under the waistband of his underwear. His breath caught when her fingers closed around his shaft. He was thick and hot beneath her touch as if he were molten steel encased in smooth, veined flesh. She paused, just gripping him in her greedy fist. Paige felt his breath, one slow exhale, on her face.
Still gripping him, she tugged the waistband down until she’d freed his cock, until she could palm his balls freely. His intake of breath was sharp, almost pained, and when she began to work his cock with her hand, he groaned between gritted teeth.
She stroked up, her closed fingers catching on the ridge of the crown before gliding back down to the thick root. Touching him like this turned the needy pulse inside her into a steady, aching throb.
“Paige. Are you sure?” His voice was gravelly with sleep and need.
Was she? In this second, she was more sure of this than anything else in her life. Would she be sure after? Did it matter?
“Paige. Answer me. I need to know.”
“Yes.” That one word seemed to set him free. He reached over her and smacked on the light.
“I need to see you,” he breathed.
She stroked up his length, squeezing at the top, and felt the moisture beginning to gather at his tip. His eyes were glassy.
“Do you want me?” she whispered the words, not wanting to break any spell.
He reached down between their bodies and swiped at the moisture that leaked from his cock. Bringing those fingers to her mouth, he pressed them against her lips. “What do you think?” he rasped.
She licked at the pads of his fingers, tasting the salty moisture, and he groaned, low and guttural. She could feel the pulse of his blood throbbing beneath her grip.
“We don’t have much time,” he murmured to her.
“I don’t care. I want you, Gannon.”
Reaching for her, he shifted onto his back pulling her over him to straddle his hips.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” he warned. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was talking about her injuries or her heart. But the second the wide crest of his penis grazed her swollen clit, she forgot any such worries.
“Whoa, honey. I don’t have a condom.” His entire body was rigid beneath hers, his big hands flexing into the flesh of her hips.
She did. In her emergency kit she carted around with her. Though now wasn’t the time to mention to him that the reason she carried condoms was because Cat once forgot her own and came knocking in the middle of the night. A brother didn’t need to knoweverythingabout his sister.
“Wait here,” she murmured, reluctantly sliding off of his body and rummaging through the bag she’d dumped just inside the door. She found them in an inner pocket and returned triumphantly to the bed.
Paige paused, caught up in the hedonistic picture he made, sprawled naked across her white sheets, the heavy length of his erection lay across his stomach.
“Honey, if you stare much longer, I’m not going to have enough time to make you come more than once,” he warned.
It was all the encouragement Paige needed. She slid her underwear down her legs and enjoyed his groan. Gannon palmed his cock, fisting it around the root and stroking up as he watched her crawl across the mattress to him.
Careful of her bruises, she slid one leg over him and perched on his concrete thighs.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, Paige,” he whispered, slowing his strokes to a lazy pace.
He hissed out a breath when she rolled the condom onto his column of flesh. With his eyes closed tight, Paige slid up and over him, notching the head of his cock against her wet center. His hands busied themselves by tugging her tank top up to expose both breasts. And as he palmed her heavy, round flesh, Paige slowly lowered herself onto him. The angle, the girth of him, forced her to take it slow, relaxing carefully to accommodate him. He abandoned her breasts for a moment to grip her hips and slide home, fully sheathed in her.
Paige rocked her hips side to side, trying to get a little room. He was so damn huge, and she was so full of him. They stayed like that for a moment, joined as deeply as two souls could be, their breath ragged.
“Okay?” he gritted out.
So much better than okay. So much better than perfect. She wanted to tell him, but there were no words. So Paige showed him instead. Tentatively, she rose up on her knees, feeling him withdraw inch by inch before she glided back down, taking him back inside her. When he was buried in her again, he groaned, a sound of exquisite pain. Gannon reached up to grip her hair and pulled her down for a kiss. His tongue mimicked the aggressive thrust of his cock in and out of her wet mouth until Paige felt weak with the all-consuming need that grew between them.
This was what she’d wanted, what she’d tried to fight. This is what she had no intention of living without now.
She was on top, she should have been the aggressor, but it was Gannon who set the pace. Rearing up, he broke the kiss and found an aching nipple to ply with attention. She gasped at the rough stroke of tongue, the gentle suction and tug of his lips. She felt… heavenly. As if, for the first time in her life, she was using her body as it had been designed, to give and receive pleasure.
