Page 57 of Mr. Fixer Upper
She accepted his shallow thrusts, rocking her hips into him.
“Gannon,” she gasped. “I’m going to—”
There was no other warning as the climax ripped through her. She felt it everywhere, in the nipple he licked at, the muscles that clenched his shaft as he thrust deeper into her, in her toes that curled as the heat shot through her body like lightning. It built and broke, built and broke, and each wave made Gannon crazier beneath her.
She sobbed out a gasp, throwing her head back to surrender gloriously to him.
“Again,” he demanded.
With more care than she would have thought possible, he rolled them, pressing her back into the mattress while he loomed above her. He knelt between her thighs, the broad head of his erection heavy against her slit. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he growled.
She nodded, willing to agree to anything at this moment.
“I’m going to try to be careful, but I can’t guarantee I won’t lose it,” he breathed, adjusting himself against her entrance. He skimmed his palms over her inner thighs, gently pressing them open. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, lips parted. She was ready for anything Gannon had to give her. He drove into her with one swift thrust. Paige’s hips levered up to meet him as if they had a mind of their own. The biological need to chase down that next orgasm took over. She opened herself to him. He pressed her knees up against her shoulders and held them there, draping her thighs over his upper arms.
She was folded up and completely at his mercy. But rather than feeling terrified, Paige felt hungry for more. Her first orgasm was still echoing within her, but all she wanted was another.
“This isn’t enough,” he muttered, echoing her thoughts. “I need more time with you. I need to taste you.” He slammed into her, his intention to be gentle fading beneath the bloom of desire. “I need to explore every fucking inch of you.”
His thrusts were becoming wilder and wilder. Paige’s breasts bounced with the ferocity of his pace.
Words failed them both, but their gazes locked, and she knew what he was thinking and feeling. They were racing together, chasing down their release. She knew he was ready just by the way his hazel eyes seemed to sharpen on her.
“Yes.” She got the word out, and it was as if it had set them free.
He slammed into her up to the hilt and grunted. She felt the slow motion pulse of his first ejaculation and it set off her release, closing her muscles around him and gripping him as everything exploded around them. He poured himself into her, and she wrung him dry with her own climax. Still echoing in and around each other, Gannon collapsed on top of her, their breath coming in pants, sweat soaked chests sliding over each other.
He was kissing her, pressing chaste pecks to her face and hair as the last of the waves began to recede.
“I need more,” she confessed, wide-eyed at the magnitude of what lay between them now.
“I promise you, princess, this is just the beginning.”
Before she could tell him to prove it, a frantic knock at the door had Paige wiggling out from under him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Paige?” Mel’s voice carried through the door.
“I’m going to murder her,” Gannon muttered. “She’s a dead woman.”
Paige slapped a hand over his mouth. “What’s going on, Mel?” she called. She shot Gannon a warning look and jumped out of bed.
“Billie just called from the site,” Mel yelled through the door. “Said she couldn’t get through to you. The furniture truck just showed up and is blocking the street. It’s gotta be unloaded ASAP, or we’ll get cited for obstructing traffic.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Paige muttered yanking on a pair of shorts and a tank top. “I’ll be out in a minute,” she called through the door.
“Meet you in the parking lot,” Mel said.
“Goddamn it.” Paige pulled a tank top over her head. “I hate this job.”
“For the love of God, woman, please put on a bra,” Gannon begged. “If I know you’re braless under there all day, they’re going to have to pixelate my crotch in post-production.”
Paige paused, glancing down his body and raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know if they have enough pixels.”
He grabbed her by the waistband of her gym shorts and kissed her hard. “This isn’t over,” he promised.
