Page 80 of Love Me Fearless

The movement of our bodies blends with the soft squeak from a couch spring and our panting breaths like the sexiest soundtrack ever made. His breaths get louder, faster. He’s so firm and hard where I’m needy and aching. With tenderness, he caresses me everywhere, my hips, my shoulders, my breasts, lighting up my skin, whispering praises, until I’m lost to the most intense form of pleasure I’ve ever known.

My climax builds from my deepest place, drawing every bit of tension inside me to one hard knot that I’m desperate to rip apart. I give into it, let it consume me. What other choice do I have? I can no longer hold back from this man. Even if it’s going to shatter me to pieces in the end.

When my climax hits, I close my eyes and brace against his thrusts, focusing on the way he is everything I need in this moment. My cries echo in the tight space as I relish the joy and beautiful hope expanding inside me. I try to hold onto it as it slips through my fingers.

Panting, I rest my forehead on the back of the couch.

With a groan, he withdraws, planting firm kisses down my spine to my still-throbbing flesh. He parts me open with his tongue, making me gasp.

I jolt away. I’m still too sensitive. I couldn’t possibly...

But he grips my thighs and buries his face between them, attacking me like a starving man. My fading climax takes a sharp turn and soon my belly feels molten and the craving for him spirals tight inside me.

I reach back for him while I arch to get more, my fingers curling into his hair. “Hutch, oh…”

His deep groan vibrates through me. I come again, bucking and gasping. With a satisfied sigh, he kisses up my spine and thrusts deep inside me. It’s firm, almost aggressive, sweetening the final notes of my release, drawing a sharp cry from my lips. He gripsmy waist and draws our bodies together, the rhythm quickening with his breaths. I bury my face into the couch as he takes control, coming with a firm grunt that sends a pulse of heat through me. I tighten around him as a tremor rattles down his frame. Panting, he folds forward and wraps his arms around me.

“Too fast,” he says.

Laughing, I reach back for him. “There’s a cure for that.”

With a groan, he kisses my shoulder. “It better involve your bed.”

Chapter Twenty

I wake curled around Ava,her breaths slow and easy—the opposite of my pulse, which is tapping hard in my throat.

It’s 2:17 a.m. What woke me?

A dream? I’ve certainly had plenty of them lately.

I listen, straining to identify what my senses are telling me. A soft breeze shifts the branches outside her window.

Was that all I heard?

I caress down Ava’s arm and gently kiss her shoulder. I hate to leave her, but I can’t shake the sense that something’s wrong. Carefully, I slip from the covers, unweighting slowly from the bed so I don’t jostle her, and pad to the hallway.

Last night, I checked all the windows and doors before we went to bed, so unless someone’s an expert lock picker, the house is still secure. I pause to check in with each of my senses, but there’s nothing out of place. Continuing into the kitchen, I do a careful scan in the darkness, but the sliding glass door dowel is still in place, the locks are set on the windows, and everything is still.

When I pass through the dining room, memories of last nightflood my mind. I let the deep sense of satisfaction settle through me. Fuck, I loved every second of being with her. From the laughter we shared to pampering her with my cooking to pushing her buttons right to the edge.

How am I ever going to get enough?

I peer out the shades, but her yard is cloaked in darkness, the leafy cottonwoods just visible in the muted lights coming from the street. After checking the locks on the windows, I move to the living room.

My cock stirs the instant I lay eyes on the couch.

Fuck.

I run a hand through my hair, but it only reminds me of the way Ava likes to tug on it.

At the window facing the street, I peek out the side of the blinds. Everything is still.

I’m about to turn away when a car engine purrs to life somewhere on the street. I strain to get a better view of where the car is located, but the angle is wrong. The engine’s hum fades, like the car is driving away. I wait, my heart thumping, but the night turns silent again.

If I was dressed, I could have stepped outside for a closer look.

It’s not like it’s completely out of the norm for someone to leave home at two in the morning. Maybe it was a neighbor leaving for work. Ava said an ER nurse lives down the street. Or someone driving to Boise for an early flight. Or it’s a dude leaving his mistress’s place before the hubs gets home.

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