Page 65 of Mr. Fixer Upper
The angle pulled him deeper than he’d ever been. And Paige gasped at the fullness. Her body burned for him. There was no way a fire like this could last. Something this hot, this bright, had to extinguish itself.
But that didn’t matter right now. What did was the man behind her shuddering into her and making her burn.
On a long, guttural groan, Gannon pushed her down flat, slapping at her ass to have her roll over. “Need to see you,” he murmured.
She opened for him, accepting his weight with a greed she’d never known. She wanted him on her, in her.
“Please,” she whispered.
And he sank into her again. That beautiful stretch of her muscles to accommodate him was easier this time. “Anything you want, Paige. I’ll give it to you,” he promised, his lips searching her neck, her jaw, until they found her mouth.
She kissed him with a terrifying need. His hips levered into her, powerful thrusts that had her muscles clutching and clenching. He brought a hand to her breast. “I need everything from you.” He dragged his mouth away from hers and latched on to her straining nipple. He stroked over it once, twice, with his greedy tongue, and she was panting under him.
“Gannon, please!”
He released her nipple and moved to the other that was begging for his attention. He was buried in her, and she felt the incessant desire grow. She bucked her hips against him demanding a faster pace. He let out a laugh, a deep rumble in his chest.
“Greedy,” he accused.
But she was so close. The next orgasm loomed over her, and it was all she could think of, all she wanted.
He withdrew, lapping at her nipple before giving her a shallow thrust. She gasped out a litany of incoherent words. Paige released the sheets and dug her hands into his perfect, round ass, begging him with her body to fuck her. To fulfill her. Toownher. The muscular chest that had hypnotized millions of women across the country flattened her to the mattress. The hazel eyes that had enthralled strangers, bored into hers.
“Now, Paige,” he ordered, slamming into her with the relentless force of a piston.
He rammed into her again and again, forcing her body to accept him. She could only cling to him, digging nails into that bronze, beautiful flesh. “Now,” he repeated, and she heard the desperation.
She obeyed with early, teasing tremors that shoved him over the edge. And when his body stiffened to unleash his first load into her, Paige was tensed to receive his pleasure as well as her own.
He groaned and grunted his way through his release, never ceasing in his attention to her, dragging her orgasm out until she was a puddle beneath him. Used and wrung out, swamped with pleasure.
Gannon collapsed on top of her, his hard chest and rippled abs pressing into her, melting her into the mattress.
“Paige?”
“Mmm?”
“That’s only a small sampling of the things I want to do to you in this bed.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“The princess shirt,” Gannon said, digging into the to-go container between Paige’s legs helping himself to the pad thai. “You come out in these tiny shorts and this tight, white t-shirt. I went hard so fast I thought I was going to pass out.”
Paige laughed, covering her mouth and leaned back against the headboard of his bed. “You’re such a guy!”
“Honey, with a body like that, there was no way I was going to not want you.”
Paige rolled her eyes. “Well, you’re going to feel like a shallow asshole when I tell you that the first time I had non-professional feelings for you was when you finished that dining room table.” She wrinkled up her nose, pulling the information from her mental files. “Episode four, the Ratakowski family.”
“Right, right. The brick bungalow.”
“You worked on that table for hours, and when you were done, I thought it was the sexiest piece of furniture I’d ever seen, and you’d created it with those two very talented hands.” She tapped one of those hands with her foot. “I wanted that table bad and would have taken you too to get it.”
“Do you even have space for a dining table?” he teased.
“God no. Becca and I would have to give up our couch… and probably take down a wall. But someday, I’ll have a home with a dining room worthy of a Gannon King original.”
“What kind of home?” Gannon asked, biting into an eggroll.
