Page 11 of Dare to Need

“That’s so fucking hot,” Garth growled as he finally released himself from his boxers, the soft fabric pooling at his feet along with his shirt and jeans.

I sucked in a breath as he placed himself between my legs and reached down for my hand that I was rubbing against my clit. He rose my fingertips to his lips and sucked my wetness from each one, swirling his tongue around each tip as he did so.

“Oh mygod,” I breathed.

He smiled against my knuckles as he leaned down further, taking both of my hands in his and pulling them high above my head. His face was hovering just an inch above mine, those hazel eyes a wicked storm of delight. I tilted my head up trying to make contact with his lips, but he pulled away.

“Babe,” I ground out as desire-laced frustration coursed through my body.

“Tell me what you want, Eva.”

I peered into twin pools of swirling green and yellow—the eyes of the man I was madly in love with. The man who had saved me from myself and who’d shown me what true love really was. He was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And he had chosen me to be his.

“I wantyou. I wantallof you.”

At my words, his nostrils flared slightly and his eyes grew wider as he reached down and guided his length toward my entrance. He flexed and I could feel his swollen tip pulse against my folds. Keeping my hands pinned to the bed above my head, he wrapped his free hand around the base of my neck and slid his thumb over my bottom lip.

Just as his lips crashed against mine, he slammed into me. I cried out as my legs quivered and my tight pussy adjusted to the feel of him.

“Is this what you want, doll face?” Garth murmured against my lips.

“Yes, baby.” I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his toned waist to give him greater access to press his body harder against my own.

Slowly, he pulled himself out of me and I could feel every smooth ridge of his length just before he slid into me again. I took every delicious inch of him as he buried his face into my neck, nipping along the edge of my shoulder as he rolled in and out of me in teasingly slow movements.

This was how I liked him best. When there was nothing between us. When I couldn’t tell where my body ended and his began. The moments when time stood still and nothing else mattered but that I was with the most incredible man who I swore was made just for me and I for him.

Garth let go of my hands as he dipped his head low and took my nipple in his mouth—sucking and tugging on the sensitive bud. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I arched my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth. Giving him everything he wanted to take from me.

With each thrust, I grew closer and closer to oblivion. I could feel him meeting me there, his cock growing even thicker as he neared the edge himself.

“You feel so fucking good, Eva.”

“Don’t...stop.” I could barely speak as my body was ignited with his flame.

Garth captured my mouth with his and the moment I felt his searing hot lips, I came undone. My body quaked as the waves of my climax rolled over me again and again. As I writhed beneath him, I felt Garth unleash himself. His cock throbbed hard as he spilled himself into me.

Our bodies were slick with sweat as he propped himself above me, resting himself on his forearms that framed my face. I reached up with shaky hands and combed my fingers through his thick hair—those hazel eyes never leaving mine.

He flexed inside of me and my tender flesh ached against the feel of him. But it was the good kind of pain—the kind of soreness that left me wanting more.

“I love you,” I whispered before I pressed my lips to his.

His gaze softened and the look in his eyes shattered my heart before he deepened our kiss, each swirl of our tongues stitching my heart back together again.

Pulling back, he nuzzled his face against my neck. “I love you too.”

The words he breathed against my ear left a trail of goosebumps down the length of my body. I draped my arms over his shoulders as he lay against me. The weight of him felt heavenly as I came down from the high of my climax. It must have been hours that we laid there like that, unwilling to be parted.

Sleep took me at some point and when I opened my eyes, I found myself buried beneath the sheets and comforter with Garth laying down next to me, feathering his fingers through my hair.

Raising my arms overhead, I extended my body in a glorious stretch.

“How long did I sleep for?” I asked through a yawn.

Garth trailed his fingertips down the side of my face to my collar bone and back up again. “About an hour.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead. “It seems I’ve worn you out.”

“Mmm. That, and I haven’t been sleeping well the past few nights. I guess my body just needed some more rest.”

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