Page 102 of The Fake Out

I tightened my hold on her hair and pulled her back. She released me with a pop, her eyes wide. Fuck. Seeing her on her knees with desire flooding her gaze was just too much.

“Get the layers off.” I unhooked the material behind her neck that held the dress up. “I need you naked and under me.”

Without moving to help me, she smirked.

“So get the dress and the elastic trap under it off.”

With one brow cocked, she scrutinized me, humor dancing in her eyes.

“Mariposa, I know every inch of your body, so you can be damn sure I know when you’ve wrapped my favorite curves in cellophane.”

She laughed. “Em, it’s not cellophane” But she let the dress fall around her waist as she leaned forward to lick my chest again.

I shivered, loving the feeling, but I needed to do it for her. “Gi,” I growled.

“Okay. Okay.” She pulled back, giving me an incredible view of her bouncing tits as she shimmied out of the bodysuit.

Once it hit the floor, I stood and swiped my fingers through the blue paint on the palette. The thrill of seeing her shiver as I traced her collarbone with a finger, then dipped between her full breasts, was worth putting my own needs on hold. Goose bumps broke out under the layer of blue coating her skin, and her nipples hardened, jumping out to me. I pressed my thumb into the yellow paint, then lifted both hands to her tits. A moan slipped between her lips as I pinched hard. I worked her over until her breasts were coated in yellow and blue, and she was begging for me to fuck her.

Then I licked her clean. The sweet tart of the paint mixed with the saltiness of her skin was like a drug. I licked over her ribs and stomach, moving lower. But before I could continue farther, she dropped to her knees next to me and pulled me down to the floor with her.

“I need you inside me. I need it so bad,” she whispered.

Fuck. There was no way I could deny her. She lay back, chest heaving, and wrapped her legs around my hips.

Inch by inch, I sank into her, and she pulsed around me as I moved.

“Gi,” I whispered. My chest pressed against hers, my blue paint mixing with her yellow. Pieces of us blended together, mixing into something new. Combining to become one, something that could never be separated again. That thought gripped tight at my chest, pulling me under, this feeling that was so much more than the heat that was coursing through me.

I rocked deep, relishing our connection, drinking in the way pleasure flashed in her eyes every time I was fully inside her. Hitting that spot that made her moan gave me this indescribable pleasure. Not in my dick; in my chest. As I locked eyes with her, it bloomed and throbbed, and then it cracked. Because I never wanted to let her go. I never wanted another moment without her.

“Em. I’m so close.” Her moan vibrated through me. Her lids started to drift closed.

“Don’t,” I demanded. “Look at me. Give me this moment.”

Her eyes were molten when they met mine. Emotions warred in them as her pussy quivered around my cock. I swirled my hips and rocked my pelvis against her, then thrust hard.

“Em,” she cried, pulsing around me. She dug her nails into my shoulders as she came on my dick.

As I came inside her, my heart exploded and my entire soul burst with an intense emotion I didn’t want to name. I wanted to give her everything. Everything she wanted, everything she needed. Everything she deserved. But I couldn’t. Not without her having to sacrifice for me.

As she came back down, her pulsing slowing, she took a breath, and her eyes softened.

“Em, I l?—”

I placed my hand over her mouth and shook my head. “Don’t say it, Gi.”

The way she shook off my hand and blinked hard, fighting the moisture pooling in her eyes, squeezed my chest like a vise.

“Once you say it…” My voice cracked. Once those words left her lips, I’d never walk away. And that meant dragging her with me to wherever I ended up. It meant leaving her while I traveled with the team. It meant leaving her alone and lonely. The idea of hurting her like that? It was like a knife to the chest. I cleared my throat. “Please don’t say it.”

She met my gaze, her eyes still glassy but full of understanding. Slowly, she nodded and then she pressed her lips to mine. She didn’t say a single word, but she didn’t have to. I felt them in the press of our lips, in the warmth of her body against mine, and in the openness in her eyes when she pulled back.

She felt the same way.

I couldn’t decode his thoughts or emotions, but I could see the desperation in his eyes. For some ridiculous reason, he didn’t believe in us. Or maybe he wouldn’t fight for us. Regardless of how obvious it was that a whole jumble of emotions was warring inside him, he wasn’t giving in to them. He was still holding that wall up, keeping me from getting past.

“We should go clean up.” He helped me to my feet.

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