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“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, not wanting to redirect the path we were headed down. “Please don’t let it stop you.”

“Stop me?” He smirked. “I want to fuck you so hard you hold that scar closed with your fucking hand.”

He looked amused by his own words and shook his head in disbelief. His hand traveled from the scar, up to my breasts and cupped them while his cock aligned to my core.

“Where are they?” Easton asked, as if I knew what he was referring to. My look of confusion only made him smile and he bit his lip. “The condoms,” he reminded me. “We need those right about now.”

“I…um…” Damn where were they? What were we even talking about?

The head of his cock touched me, and he pushed slightly, threatening to enter my body without the protection I had clearly made sure to have on hand. Except my brain was still blank and I wanted him to keep going, to push him inside of me without the latex barrier I knew we didn’t really need.

“I…” Again, I couldn’t speak, which was good since I was about to tell him I was on birth control. Regardless of the precautions I had taken for myself since having Max, I needed to be responsible. Thankfully, Easton was thinking for us both.

“Your body is tempting, Baby. But,” he lowered himself over the top of me, pressing his lips to mine and nuzzling his nose against mine. “I’m not risking any regrets from you.”

Without asking, he reached toward the nightstand and opened the drawer. If he were anyone else, or if I hadn’t been so incredibly desperate for him, I would have been embarrassed that I had a bright pink battery-operated boyfriend sitting on top of everything else in the drawer.

Easton didn’t even seem fazed, though. He pushed it aside and reached for the box of condoms I had bought the night we went shopping. Then he made quick work of tearing them open and sheathing his cock.

“You with me?” His hands moved up my legs, my waist, and my neck as he lowered himself over my body.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “But I’m desperate, Easton. I can’t even think straight.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, lining back up to my pussy. “I want you desperate for me, always.”

I nodded because I probably always would be, even when I knew I shouldn’t be. “Please.”

Slowly, Easton pushed inside of me, a sensation that I hadn’t felt in years.Was it always this good? Was it always this intense?He was gentle and methodical, watching every expression on my face and in my eyes.

“The night I met you,” he groaned as he began moving in and out. “I thought your eyes were the prettiest pair I had ever seen. Wasn’t sure there would ever be a moment that topped how they looked when you finally saw who I was and relaxed. The way they brightened after being so dark. The way they settled on my eyes, resolute and firm. Fuck, I was done for in that moment, Jess. But…” he trailed off, closing his eyes as the movements between us built a sensation that was putting us in danger of literally exploding. “Now…” he continued—or tried to.His breathing was laboring, and instead of taking a breath or finishing his sentence, he kissed me softly and with way more meaning than I wanted to admit feeling.

My arms wrapped around his neck, and I eagerly kissed him back, pushing my tongue between his teeth. His hips thrust quicker, his grunts got deeper, and I felt him swell inside of me.

“Easton!” I yelled against his lips. “Easton, oh shit. Yes.”

“Your eyes,” he moaned. “They looked even better as I pushed inside of you.”

It took me a second to realize he was finishing his earlier thought about my eyes. Even through the lust and the intensity between us, he needed to tell me what that moment was for him, and it was all I needed to push me over the edge again.

“Never mind,” he growled, lifting and pounding harder inside of me. “Now it's your eyes as you come on mycock.” My body shook, my arms fell to my side, and my eyes started to close, which made him grab my chin. “Show me.”

My eyes opened, and I came, looking directly into his soul. He nodded, happy as he silently expressed his appreciation, as if my eyes being open were a gift I had wrapped up and added a bow to.

Before I could come down from the high, Easton’s movements started to get jerky, and his growl sounded menacing. With his eyes locked onto mine, he came, and I realized he was right, because looking at his eyes as he came was euphoric. It created butterflies inside my stomach and goosebumps up and down my arms. I could do it again, watch him come over and over, between my legs and with my body.

After he emptied himself into the condom, his arms gave out, and he fell on top of me, making me laugh. My arms wrapped around him again, running my fingers through his hair and then over his back.

“Tired?”

“Yeah.” His voice was muffled as his face stayed plastered to my pillow. “But we aren’t even close to being done.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

EASTON

We didn’t sleep.Not a wink. Which was not good since I had to be at work the next morning. Not that I had any regrets.

While we recovered, we talked and laughed. And when our bodies were ready, we made love over and over until the sun started peeking through the curtains. I didn’t tell her, and I wasn’t sure she had realized, but something in me changed that night.

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