“You know,” I smile and force her to stare into my eyes, “Sometimes, when you look at me, I swear you can see right through me.”
She smiles back and playfully cocks her head to the side as she hears me recite a line from one of the first nights we spent together. She opens her mouth and whispers, “It’s like, I don’t even have to speak because…”
My hands frame her face as my lips move closer towards hers, “You already know what I am thinking.”
Her lips crash against my own the second the words leave my mouth. Anxious. Eager. Thirsty. I savor her, revel in the feeling of her as our lips part and I deepen our kiss. She purrs seductively as my tongue slides across hers and my hands fist her hair before her hands begin to slowly pull me closer and her fingers slide behind my belt, tugging me closer at my slacks. I needed this. She needed this. And fuck if the feeling of her back in my arms doesn’t bring me the most damn comfort in days. Instinctively I feel myself start to grow harder as she nips at my bottom lip before letting me ravage her mouth one more time before my hands fall to her torso and my thumbs anxiously trail down the sides of her breasts.
“Don’t push me away again?” She pleads, demands, insists as our lips break apart and my mouth falls to the place behind her ear I know drives her absolutely fucking crazy.
“Never,” I growl as my hands wrap around her once more and her eyes lift to look into my own. “No regrets,” I whisper, as I kiss the top of her nose before gently placing my lips against her cheek and doing the same. “I’m not letting you slip away again,” I say, as my grip around her waist tightens and she starts to laugh. “I can promise you that.” I crush my mouth against hers once more, this time with an urgent understanding as we both finally accept what this is between us. Even if we still need to talk. Even if what has to be said might eventually change somethings. Right here. Right now. This is perfect. And nothing in the world matters more.
“Excuse me,” we hear Erica clear her throat before we both startle from the intrusion. But even though Rose begins to back away, I keep her tight at my side as we both turn to look at her friend.
Bags in her hands, a smile on her face, she begins to walk towards us and shakes her head a few times as a relief that wasn’t there when we talked earlier washes over her face. “I forgot to tell you, Rose. My editor called. Pushed that deadline up on my next novel,” she looks at me and winks.
“Those editors, they sure can be a pain in the ass,” I tease, right before Rose elbows me in my side.
“You would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” She sasses back as she comes to standing in front of us and sets her bags on the floor. “I gotta go back home, but I promise to visit more often, even if that ex-husband of mine still gives me the fucking creeps.”
She grabs out to her best friend and pulls her in for a hug just as I hear Rose laugh and say, “Language, Auntie E!”
“Oh hell, I put those kids to bed over an hour ago,” she laughs, as she winks at me once more and pulls back from her friend. Suddenly the idea of Erica leaving town is a lot more appealing and I can’t fight the immediate urge I feel to quickly say goodbye and get Rose inside. “Totally worn out too, I took them to the park and those kids ran for hours. Well Liam ran, Olivia sat and chewed on her favorite toy. But they both skipped their naps and should sleep hard as a rock tonight. Good thing you finally moved Olivia over into Liam’s room,” she gives Rose a little nudge before picking her bags back up and starting towards her car.
“But Erica,” Rose calls out, making her friend turn and wait for what she was about to say. “What …”
But Erica shakes her head and begins to walk again. “Understanding. Empathy. Compassion. I think I now see what I needed to bust through that writer’s block.” She gives us both a small smile before opening her trunk and setting her bags inside. When she opens the driver’s door she addresses us both, and hell if I won’t remember what she says for the rest of my life when she repeats again, “whatever happened in your past, whoever you’ve lost, don’t lose each other. Promise me that.”
We’re both still standing still when her car pulls away and starts down the street. I clutch Rose’s hand at my side tight and promise myself, no matter what, I’m never going to lose her, I’m never going to let her slip away. Through heaven or hell, I will be at her side and nothing, no one, could tear me away ever again.
Chapter 21
Rose
Entering the dark entryway of my house, I know he is behind me without even having to glance over my shoulder. I can feel his presence. I know he is watching me. But every thought fades, except one. His. I want to be his. I want to feel him in a way I haven’t before. I want to know him better than any woman has ever tried, and not only love the man behind me I never expected, but cherish, embrace, expose, bare myself, my soul and every part of me for him only.
I hear the door close behind us just before Justin clicks the lock. His. That is all I want. All I have ever wanted since the day he first came barreling through that front door and took away the pain, the hurt, the anger, sadness, regret. Stood by me and waited patiently for me to see the strength in myself. Something I never saw before. His. A calm becomes me because even though my heart is beating out of control, even though I know what walking further into the night holds, I have never been more ready in my entire life to be somebodies other half. To let them hold me. Adore me. Search my soul and body in ways I never imagined as I finally open up and let in something I never have before in my life. A love so deep, so pure, it’s heaven-sent.
Standing still in the entryway, I feel Justin come up behind me. His heat. His towering protection, care, concern engulfs me as he trails his hand slowly down my right arm with tender reservation, treading lightly to see just exactly where this all might be headed. I don’t speak. Don’t let one single noise escape my lips. Not because I don’t want to. But because I can’t. His actions. His closeness. The connection, chemistry, hell enchantment even in the air around us is so strong neither of us have the power to.
His. Only His. No more barriers or hidden voices telling me to stop. No more questioning if we should or we shouldn’t. His hand wraps around my waist tenderly before forcing me back a step into his embrace. Effortlessly, my head falls against his shoulder and I can’t help the smile that slowly spreads across my face. His. God, I have never wanted a man to claim me so badly before. And a low simmer of desire begins in my lower belly knowing I am about to become his, and there is nothing I will do to stop it.
Justin’s other arm wraps tightly around my waist as he holds me in the hallway. His head turns, nestling near my neck before he plants a small kiss to the spot behind my ear. The gesture, the stillness, the quiet all add to the sensation as desire grows inside me and I lace my fingers through his on my waist.
His right hand slowly raises as I hold onto his left. He caresses, grabs, feels his way up my chest to my throat and holds me still. Gently. Passionately. As a fire builds between us and my breathing quickens. I go to speak, but I feel him shake his head behind me slowly before his hand tenderly reaches behind my neck and pulls my hair to the side.
Softly at first, he fists my hair as his lips delicately touch my neck. Once. Twice. Three times before his mouth opens, his wet warm tongue slides against my skin and he pulls my hair harder, pleasurably yanking it in his strong grasp. His mouth closes over my neck as I let out a soft moan before he nips at my sensitive flesh and runs his tongue down to my collarbone. Tugging my hair tighter in his hands, he exposes my skin as he kisses, licks, sucks his way down to my shoulder and his grip on my hair continues to get stronger.
My eyes roll back from the feelings rushing through my body before I realize his left hand is slowly lowering, griping my hip tight against him before his same hand, laced with my own, greedily rushes to the apex of my thighs as he pulls me tighter against his frame. A gasp escapes my lips, but it’s quickly hushed as he commands my head towards his and captures my mouth with his own as his right h
and release my hair and comes back to grab me around the throat. Slowly, lazily, his tongue brushes, caresses, grazes against mine in the most irresistible of ways making me crave his kiss, his touch, his body more than I ever have before.
His fingers trail up my inner thigh forcibly before he slows and gently brushes both mine and his hand against my core. With his lips still on my own he begins to walk, forcing me to take slow steps towards the master bedroom. I comply at first, until his fingers dip into my sex, his tongue continues to aggressively, sexily fuck my own and his fist in my hair sends chills down my spine causing me to stop suddenly and just enjoy, relish in the best damn pleasure ever. His hand in my hair drops to my neck as he holds me forcibly back against him, his fingers dig deeper inside me, and the incredible way he kisses me steals the breath right out of my fucking lungs.
Spinning me around, he stares me in the eyes, breathless, a man on the brink of a resurrection, and fuck, I am all for bringing him back to life. His eyes fall to the straps on my dress and I suddenly feel his hands, strong, large, controlling, as he dips his fingertips under the thin piece of fabric and slowly pulls it off my shoulder. He leans forward as the hunger between us grows and gently places a kiss where the strap used to be. I sigh at the sweet gesture before his tongue runs the length of the strap, down, lower, before I feel him yank the bodice of my dress to my waist, breaking the other strap in the process and baring my chest to him.
Quickly his mouth sucks its way to my breasts before he yanks down the fabric of my lace bra around my middle, exposing my nipple seconds before he sucks my tender peek into his hot mouth. I let out a shriek in pleasure as he starts to force my steps backwards once again. His mouth leaves my right breast seconds before he yanks down the other side of my bra and his lips find their prize as he begins sucking, nibbling, licking my left nipple and making my eyes roll and my body shake from the sensation.
I feel my back push up against a wall, feel the wetness grow between my thighs right before his hands yank my legs up below my ass and force me into his arms. Wrapping my legs around his middle, his lips connect again with my own as I feel him slowly grind his hard length gently against my sex. My eyes open, stare into his right before he kisses me tenderly. Once, twice, before our mouths open and the tip of his tongue slowly runs across my bottom lip.
Holding his stare, I moan into the darkness as I feel his hips rock against me harder, faster, seconds before he pulls me off the wall and starts to walk with me in his arms into the bedroom. Holding me with one hand, his other yanks my dress over my head and throws it to the floor before his lips are on me again. I grip his large biceps, hold on for fucking life, because what he is giving me, what we are giving each other, is earth shattering. Life changing. I would forever be ruined if we let each other go now. But something in the way he kisses me. Something in the way he is making me feel. Fucking His. Tells me that would never happen.
He kicks the door closed but leaves it slightly ajar to hear the kids across the house. My nerves get the better of me as he lays me against the bed and stares down at my almost bare body in the darkness. Not because I am scared, afraid, or hesitant to give myself to him. But because my inexperience makes me shy. Makes me timid. Bashful. Fearful of just how inadequate he might find me once we take this a step further.
Once again I go to speak, but as his frame climbs up my own he places a finger to my lips and shakes his head. His hand trails to my breasts and he slowly traces them around my back and unclasps my bra. Tossing it to the side, his eyes hood over as he backs away, sits on his knees, and his hands rake down the side of my body carnally. Aggressively with a possession I have never felt before. His fingers dip between the fabric around my waist before his stare rises and he licks his lips as his eyes connect with my own. Instinctively I raise my hips as he ever so slowly pulls the fabric down the tops of my thighs before raising my right leg and pulling it free. His fingers dance across my right inner thigh as he trails them back up to my core and lightly brushes them against my clit, making me buck my hips as the sensation ignites a strong feeling of intense ecstasy throughout my body. He smiles as he watches me before tenderly removing my other leg from the lace fabric and tossing it to the side.
His face lowers as he keeps his eyes on my waist. Anxious, I wiggle underneath him until his strong hands grip my hips and hold me in place. My mouth falls open, I go to speak, but right before I do his mouth reaches my sex, he looks up, he locks eyes with my own and takes the breath out of my lungs as his tongue parts my folds before he trails it up to my mound and flicks it against my nub.
With wide eyes I watch him pleasure me and feel my wetness grow as he never looks away. His fingers grip my hips, his eyes lace with desire as he tastes me, savors me, licks, sucks, appreciates every last drop of desire he is commanding from my body. The pleasure builds as I watch him. My hips buck in need as he relentlessly satisfies both our craving. But it isn’t until my moans turn to light screams, pleading, wanting, needing him to give me more and take me higher do his eyes break from my own as my head falls against the bed and I feel his fingers at my entrance.
He sucks my clit in his mouth right as he enters them inside me. Curling them and forcing both back and it is all I need to push me over the edge moments later as my orgasm rips through me and I scream his name. Blackness is all I know as a tingling explodes into an aching heaven and I feel the pleasure he just gave me run through my body, all the way to the tips of my toes. I am panting, gasping for breath, still coming down as I feel his hum of approval, his content sigh, happiness, enjoyment in what he just gave me. He places a light kiss on the inside of my thigh before raising and starting to climb up my body.
My eyes open slightly and catch his own right before he kisses my mouth, my lips part, and all I taste is him, me, the still burning desire to have more of whatever that just was, the best damn release I’ve ever known. When my body slowly starts to come back to life from the comatose way my orgasm made me feel, I grip the waist of his jeans in my hands and pull him against my still throbbing, aching flesh. I waste no time in undoing the top few buttons of his jeans and this time, he doesn’t stop me. This time, he is just as needy as me as his hands fly to the hem of his shirt and he rips it over his head. As I finish unzipping his pants, he pulls his wallet from his back pocket and rises so I can push his jeans down his legs before he rips them off and throws them to the floor.
We both pause as he looks down at me and our chests heave heavily with our labored breaths. My fingertips run against the top of his black boxer briefs and I see goosebumps break out across his skin. My eyes rise and take in the ink on the left side of his chest. “Trust.” I raise up and look him in the eyes as my mouth opens, my breath comes faster, and I run my tongue across the word. I hear him growl above me as my mouth closes over his skin and his hands fist my hair. Ever so slowly I lower myself down his torso as my hands slowly lower his briefs down his thighs. I feel his length spring free, hear his sharp intake of breath as my mouth closes over his tip and feel his grip tighten on my hair as I take him in all the way down the back of my throat.
I swear I hear my name. I think I hear him say Sunshine. But with the way he feels in my mouth, the desire still coating my thighs, and the ache beginning to build again in my core, all else fades except the feelings we are giving each other. The gifting of our souls. The exchange of power, control, as I give him what he wants and he gives me what I need. I’m his. All his. And this time, neither of us are stopping.
Chapter 22
Justin
My head falls back as I wrap her hair around my fist and almost lose all restraint. Her mouth, her tongue, her lips. Fuck, it’s all too much. I look down and watch her. Memorize her. Forever fucking engrave in my memory just want she is giving me. Mine. All mine. And hell if I don’t consider myself one lucky fucking bastard.
Pulling her hair back, I watch as my length deliciously pops out of her mouth and her lips stay parted in a beautiful O. It takes a strong man
to pull himself away from heaven, but I know what she was just giving me is only the damn beginning. I plan to walk, not run, my way through the promised land and that includes the paradise between her thighs.
She strokes my cock in her hand and I almost forget my damn train of thought. I almost let her take me back in between her plump lips and suck every last drop of cum from my hard cock I have to give her. I fight the urge to push her head back low to take me in her mouth once more, but I don’t. I bite my lip and rip the package of foil in my hands. She eyes me, studying my every move before taking the protection and rolling it slowly over my length. Her eyes raise once more in acceptance. Acknowledgement of what comes next. A connection we both have been craving but both know how much this decision changes fucking everything.
I haven’t been with a woman in years. Besides Charlette, there was only one other. My hands shake as I bring them to her face and hold her still in my strong palms. I brush my thumb across her lower lip and see the same nervous energy running through her.
She hasn’t been with anyone either. I can feel it. I watch as she slowly lowers herself back on the bed and feel the weight of her frailty. Her delicate heart, soul, that needs me to take care of her, in every way possible, especially now when we are about to take that leap. The jump, dive, fucking hormonal surge headfirst into the unknown.
But I know.
I know I plan to love her. Devote myself to her. Cherish her and everything that comes with her for as long as I fucking live.
I go to speak but she places a finger to my lips. I smile against her fingertips and watch as one slowly spreads across her beautiful face as well. Bracing myself above her, I watch her eyes. I explore her soul. I search through every last piece of anything standing between us as my tip slowly, gently, breaches her entrance and she gasps as I delicately push myself inside her.
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