Page 65 of Tru Blue
He tangled his hands in her hair, holding her mouth to his balls and watching her love him. Her skin was flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and the challenge in her eyes made her even sexier. God, he loved her. He loved her so damn much he felt it in his bones. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She reared up on her knees, holding his gaze as she wiggled out of her panties. When she pushed his chest again, he went down willingly and reached between her legs.
She shook her head and brought his hand to her mouth, placing several openmouthed kisses to his palm, leaving it wet. Then she wrapped his hand around his cock and straddled his thighs. Before he could protest, she sucked two of her fingers into her mouth and brought them between her legs. Holy shit.
Truman didn’t jerk off in front of women. Ever. He never let other women touch him the way he let her. He fucked them. Then again, everything he did with Gemma was different—and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.
“My good girl has just become a dirty girl.”
“Your good girl only wants to be your dirty girl.”
She was a visual feast as she fingered her pussy and brought her other hand to her breast, stroking and caressing while staring daringly into his eyes. She licked her lips and dropped her eyes to his fist, watching as he worked his cock. When she brought her wet fingers to her clit, her head tipped back, and he nearly blew his load. He rose off the mattress, still fisting his cock, and tangled his hand in her hair, crashing their mouths together in a brutally ruthless kiss as her orgasm claimed her. Her tongue stilled. A long, pleasure-filled moan rumbled up from her lungs into his. Heaven. Sheer heaven. He held her trembling body tight, kissing her more tenderly as she came down from the peak, and swept her beneath him. She smiled up at him with that sweet, sinful look that hit him square in the center of his chest every damn time.
“You’re mine, sweet girl. Only mine.”
“Always.”
Her hands circled his neck as their bodies joined together, sealing their late-night promises with kisses and loving each other like tomorrow might never come.
They lay together for a long while afterward, their skin still moist from their lovemaking, their fingers intertwined. When Gemma got up to use the bathroom, Truman refused to let go.
“I need to pee,” she said with a soft laugh.
“I’ve waited my whole life for you. I never want to let you go.” He gathered her closer.
“God, I love you.” She pressed her lips to his.
He drew back, searching her eyes to see if she realized what she’d said, but she was looking at him like he’d taken away her favorite lollipop.
“Tell me again,” he said quickly.
Her brows knitted.
“You said you loved me,” he reminded her, hoping she wasn’t going to take it back.
She laughed and pressed both hands to his cheeks. “Haven’t I said it before? Gosh, Tru. I feel like I’ve been saying it for weeks. I love you. I love you more than the sun and the moon and the stars. I love you more than chocolate ice cream and fairy wings. I love you and I love the kids so much I—”
He pressed his lips to hers, overwhelmed by how deeply and completely her love touched him. When he deepened the kiss, she melted into him.
“That’s my favorite thing,” he said, kissing her again. “I love when you go completely boneless, like my kisses wreck you.”
“Mm.” She kissed him again. “Your kisses complete me, but they never wreck me.”
He liked that even more. After a few more kisses, she put on his T-shirt, another thing he adored, and went into the bathroom. Lincoln’s whimper came through the monitor and Truman got up.
Gemma peeked into the bedroom and said, “I’ve got him.”
Truman sat on the edge of the bed listening to her voice come through the monitor. “Hey, sweet boy. Ohmygod.” Her voice escalated, and he jumped to his feet, stepping into his briefs as he hurried out the bedroom door.
“Trum—”
He was already beside her, both of them marveling at Lincoln, who was sitting up in his crib. Sitting up.
“He’s sitting!” she whispered excitedly, and grabbed Truman’s hand.
