Page 101 of The Eleventh Hour

I tug on his hair and hiss. He switches to my other breast and draws my nipple into the hot cavern that is his mouth. My mind goes blank, and I sob for air.

One hand creeps down between us, and I almost don’t pay attention, so focused on his mouth am I, until that hand slides into my folds, skimming over my clit, finding my entrance, and surging in.

I cry out again and jerk my hips helplessly as he pumps.

“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

I dig my nails into his shoulders and drag him closer so I can bite his shoulder. He pushes his finger in harder, and I scream into his flesh.

“Fuck. This.”

He pulls his hand out from between my legs and steps back. I mumble a protest, but he just kicks his jeans off and comes back to me. I get a look at a thick, hard cock before it’s pressed against me. He grinds into me, and I whimper.

“Hold on.”

He spins me around.

“Hands on the wall.”

I put my hands on the wall, and he walks my hips back and kicks my legs wide. Then there’s nothing but air.

A tiny sliver of doubt slithers up inside me.

Then he’s over me, hot and everywhere. The doubt vanishes into the aether. He slams into me, and my back arches as my mouth falls open. He settles over me, pausing.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” I grit out. “Dane, please.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Move, Dane. Please,” I beg, almost in tears. I can’t move, but I need it.

He chuckles and lifts his chest away from my back. He draws back and slams into me. I can feel him so deep.

He thrusts harder and harder. I’m so close, so close. I strain back against him. He reaches around and rubs his hand against my clit. I explode, shattering around him. My core clamps down on him, and I hear a furious curse before he slams into me twice more and empties himself in me.

I can barely stand up. My body is in a state of frozen, languid shock. He pulls out of me, drawing away. I expect him to go find our clothes, but I’m surprised when he spins me around and presses the most tender, gentle kiss against my lips.

“Are you okay?”

I nod my head, stunned.

He kisses me again, and I’m stolen into the kiss, teasing, lingering, compassionate. It’s a kiss you’d give someone you cared deeply about. His breath and mine are one and the same. I can’t help but feel like I’ve just given Dane more than I expected. He pulls away, and I lift my hand to trace the side of his face. He turns his face into my palm and kisses it.

My heart seizes, and my lips part.

I love him.

I stand on tiptoes and kiss him again with all the knowledge I just uncovered on my lips because that’s where they’ll stay. We can’t be together.

I don’t know when I fell for this stubborn, snarling man. I don’t know how he wormed his way into my heart.

I close my eyes as he moves away.

I’m in love with Rafael, too.

And Gideon.

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