Page 36 of Between the Lines

Oh shit.

She was still in love with Theo. In love again.

This was going to hurt.

“Baby.” His voice was full of wonder. “You’re a gift.”

Then he reached forward, sliding his hand between her legs. Sure fingers found her clit, circling and teasing, and as she melted into the pleasure of his touch, he worked in another inch.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, circling her swollen nub again and again until she felt that strange tension low in her belly, that aching need for more. “Just relax. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Her forehead was damp with perspiration, and she pressed it to the soft cotton of his quilt. Her hips were canted, and the higher his fingers brought her, the farther he was able to slide inside her. When he pinched her swollen flesh between his forefinger and thumb, she gasped, feeling something inside her open, and he worked in the final inch. Stilling, she felt his hips resting against the curves of her ass and shifted against the unfamiliar fullness of him inside her.

“How are you doing?” His voice was strained, and she knew that the slow pace had to be killing him. He was doing it all for her. It made her a little weak in the knees.

How could she be afraid of him hurting her when he acted like this? How could she believe that he’d once again be careless with her heart?

“I’m good,” she gasped, unable to keep from pushing back against him when his clever fingers worked her higher still. “So good. I think I—”

“Don’t you dare come yet.” Clenching her waist, he pulled back, and the slow drag of his erection over her swollen tissues had her eyes rolling back in her head. “Don’t you do it.”

“I don’t think I can help it.” That wild wave was rising inside her as he worked his way back in, swiveling his hips to get her body to let him in. She gasped when he sheathed himself to the hilt again. “I can’t—I think—”

“We’re going to go together.” His pace quickened slowly, bringing to life nerves that she hadn’t even known she had. “Hold on.”

She was lost in the world he created for her. Eyes covered, she existed in the seductive dark, her fingers scrabbling to hold on to something and finding nothing, realizing that she had to let herself fall. He gripped her hips, moving in and out of her tight flesh with increasing speed, a relentless onslaught of pleasure that had them both gasping each time he bottomed out inside her.

Her knees gave out, and she fell face-first on the bed. Bracing his weight on his arms, he continued to pump. Beneath her, the cotton rubbed against her damp clit with the friction she needed to fly over the edge. She started to chant his name, trying to wait as he’d told her to, but the rocket inside her was ignited and counting down to launch.

“That’s it,” his voice rasped in her ear. “I want you to feel this tomorrow. Every time you take a step, every time you sit down, you’re going to remember who filled you up. Yes?”

“Yes,” she agreed wildly, and then she was flying. He pushed into her one final time, thrusting as he emptied himself once, twice, three times. The smell of salt and sweat hung heavily in the air as her body clenched around him, her muscles shaking as she exploded so brightly that stars danced behind her eyes.

She was aware when he pulled out of her, and when he used the towel to dry the sweat on her brow, but it was as if she was watching someone else. Surely that couldn’t be her who felt so sated, so blissful. Surely that couldn’t be her half draped over Theo’s chest as he tucked them in and promised that he would cook her spaghetti just as soon as they could move.

That dead space inside her was alive, filled with light. And she was scared of going back to the dark.

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