Page 83 of Unbreakable Love

“Kiss me.” I brought her head down to meet me, and I slipped my tongue inside of her mouth. While we kissed, there were groans. There was the rocking of bodies. I could have kept it like this, would have been thrilled this was all we did, but Penny went to the button of my jeans, flipped it open, and began tugging down my jeans.

We were fully clothed, writhing on the couch, and if she thought I was the type of man to allow her all the fun, she was dead wrong. I joined her hands between us, helped her so I could wiggle the waistband of my jeans and briefs and then fell into her hand.

“Oh….” She sighed and pushed off me, dipping her head so she could watch.

Her hand, so small and warm and soft, wrapped around my length and I cursed into her ear. “Do whatever you want, whatever you’re comfortable with,” I whispered. “I’ll like anything you do.”

My brain was scrambled, my hands stilled. I was so lost in the beautiful friction of her soft, gentle touch against my length I forgot for a moment what I was meant to do for her.

She tugged on my erection and I arched my hips. The move made me hit her jeans, which brought me back. With quick movements, I had her jeans opened, zipper down as I pressed my fingers beneath her waistband, glancing up at her.

Her eyes were hazy, alight with a blue flame swirling at the edges and her eyes wide with wonder. “Do you like this?”

“More than you could ever understand.” It was hell, the sweet, soft movements of her hand, but I wouldn’t rush her. We had more nights.

“Is this okay?” I asked and twisted my hand so I could work my fingers farther down.

“Yes.” She sighed. Her hips rolled to me, and my fingers brushed against her slick, warm center.

“Shit,” I groaned and pressed my mouth to hers. We worked in tandem, and I curled my fingers around her sex, around her core. She moaned deliciously as I pressed a finger inside of her, then brought it back out. We played each other with equal fervor, and the entire solar system could have exploded for all I’d notice about the world around me.

And then she was there, pulsing around my finger deep inside of her, crying out into my mouth. I was close but forced myself to hold on until her pleasure took her over the edge.

She climaxed, her entire body trembling with pleasure, and she buried her face in the crook of my shoulder.

“Gavin,” she panted, repeatedly said my name as I worked her to completion.

Only then did I wrap my hand around hers.

We moved together, pressing in, pulling hard, and with my own muted grunt of ecstasy, I came all over my hands, my stomach, and my shirt.

I grabbed the throw blanket and covered the mess, used it to wipe our hands off. Gross and disgusting, probably, but I’d have to do a load of laundry anyway.

Once the mess was cleaned and my stomach was covered, I wrapped my arms around Penny and held her against me. Her heart was racing. Mine was, too. She lay on top of me, boneless, satisfied, and brushed her fingers through my hair.

“I really only came over for a kiss,” she whispered.

I laughed and kissed her. “I think what happened was equally good. You okay?”

“Too tired to move.”

I was, too, and if it was possible to hold her like that all night long, I would have. But reality returned and settled on both of us. Eventually, Penny pushed up to sitting.

She brushed hair out of her face and smiled sleepily down at me. “I should get home.”

I reached out and slid my knuckles down her jaw. “I wish you didn’t have to. Someday,” I promised and meant every word.

Her answering smile was perfection. “Someday.”

TWENTY-THREE

PENNY

“Good morning, Miss Pesco!”

Like always, Josie was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her hair wasn’t in braids, but two low pigtails tied back behind her ears and sticking out from beneath her knitted hat that had a ball of purple fuzz on top. Every bounce made the ball and her pigtails thrash in the air.

I doubted there was a more perfect way to be greeted on a Sunday morning.

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