Page 40 of Falling for the Recluse

Although Gavin and I were legally married at the San Francisco courthouse a few months ago, celebrating our wedding on the ship with the community who shares our love of the work was both meaningful and a great deal of fun. It turns out Dr. Stark is also an excellent dancer, though given his moves in other areas of life, that didn’t really surprise me.

Our kiss deepens. Heat fills the cabin. We shed our clothes quickly, our arousal igniting fast and hard. Everything inside me responds to the press of his lips and stroke of his calloused hands. My nipples tighten, budding up against my bra. Gavin makes a muffled noise against my mouth as he tugs my shirt off.

“You’re incredible,” he says, his gaze going to my cleavage. He flicks the clasp of my pink bra and pushes it off my shoulders. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”

Warmth flushes my skin. My nipples are pointing straight out like they’re begging to be sucked, and my clit is already throbbing. My arousal is heightened by the pure, intense lust in my husband’s expression—not to mention our proximity. All we have to do is look at each other, and the air molecules light up with a mystical kind of electricity.

With our lips still locked together, he lowers me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, straddling my thighs. He sits back and strokes his hands over my hips up to my belly and breasts. With an exhale of pleasure, he palms my breasts before lowering his head to press a kiss against my belly button.

“Tell me,” he orders, tracing the edge of my panties with his forefinger.

I twitch under him. “Tell you…?”

He gives me a wicked smile. “Tell me what you want.”

“Oh.” I swallow to ease my dry throat. “I want…want you to touch me.”

“You do, huh?” He slips his fingers under the waistband of my panties. “You’re hot under here, aren’t you?”

“So hot,” I breathe, wiggling my hips in desperation. “Please, Dr. Stark.”

He slides his fingers farther down, finding the damp heat between my thighs. We both groan when his fingers ease into my cleft.

“Ah, fuck, Josie,” he whispers as he pushes one finger into the opening of my body. “I can never wait to sink my cock into all that tight heat.”

Heat flares and sparks through me. I grip the bed covers as he pulls the panties off my legs, then spreads my thighs apart. Gazing down at me, he strokes my folds and circles my clit with his thumb.

Butterflies spin and twirl in my belly. He pushes his boxer briefs off, and his cock rises upward, so long and thick that fresh lust fires through me, and my pussy clenches. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, stroking up and down the length. His breathing increases, sawing through the air. A flush of heat crests his cheekbones.

Anticipation scorches me. I lie back and open my legs wider, letting him position himself. I so love this moment of joining, the head of his cock rubbing against my slit, the growing hunger for all of it.

Closing my eyes, I arch upward as I feel him begin to slide into me, inch by delicious inch, until he fully seats himself. His body strains and flexes.

“Wider, baby,” he whispers, trailing his lips over my cheek to my ear. “Spread those pretty legs so I can drive my cock into you. You’re going to come so hard the world explodes around you. Show me how much you want it.”

With a moan, I wrap my arms around him. Urgency takes over, and we start to fuck. I dig my fingernails into his back, holding him as he surges into me again and again, jarring me to the core and pushing me to the edge. The pressure builds, coiling around my lower body with every plunge of his cock. I bite down on his damp, smooth shoulder.

“I feel it,” I whimper, straining, aching to reach between our bodies and rub my pulsing clit. “Gavin, I want to…oh, fuck me harder…I’m so close.”

He takes hold of my other wrist and pins my hands to the bed, immobilizing me against the pillowy mattress. He surges deep, hitting the sweet spot that ignites a firestorm. A shriek tears from my chest as explosions rip through me, submerging me in wave after wave of bliss.

Gavin pushes up to his knees with his cock still inside me. He thrusts again and stills, a rough groan shaking his chest as he surrenders to his own release. His seed pulses deep inside me, eliciting another stream of sensations.

“Christ, Josie, it’s always so goddamn good with you.” He rolls onto the bed beside me, his chest heaving. “I used to think you killed me, but I was wrong. You bring me back to life. Every single day.”

I smile, rolling over to tuck myself against him, twin currents of love and satiation flooding me. He pulls me closer. I fit against him so easily, my curves nestling into the planes and slopes of his body. Like we were always meant to be.

He winds the white streak in my hair around his finger. I stroke his chest. The ship rocks and billows over the ocean waves.

Together, we lie there and breathe as forever unfolds all around us.

Epilogue Two

GAVIN

Ten years later

The setting sunis bright and hot, creating glittering waves on the ocean waters. Shrieks of laughter rise above the sound of the waves rolling and breaking against the sand.

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