Page 58 of Love Me Fearless

Ava strokes over my jeans as we kiss, our tongues swirling in a sensual duet, the sound of our quickening breaths filling the small space. I unbutton her pants, then kiss down her body, grazing her taut nipples with my teeth while she squirms, then lowering down to tug her jeans past her hips. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug as I kiss up her inner thigh. She trembles, her fingernails gliding across my scalp.

Fuck, I need her. I nibble to the apex of her thigh and caress over her panties. She’s already so plush. Needing me. I tug the fabric aside for a slow, firm caress with my tongue. Ava jolts, her fingers tightening in my hair. I go back for more, teasing her little clit and stroking with my thumbs. She tastes incredible. Like sweetness and raw, beautiful need.

I slide her panties down and shuck her jeans and boots to the floor, then lift her to the counter and unfasten my belt. A desperate yearning fills her eyes. She cups the back of my neck and brings me close for a lusty, sensual kiss. My belt buckle clatters in this smallspace as I struggle to tug everything down. Ava helps with her other hand, her fingertips on my bare skin making me crazy. I slip my wallet from my back pocket as my jeans and briefs fall to my shins. I feel for the condom while I kiss her and my blood pounds in my temples. She strokes me, her delicate fingers making me groan. I rip open the condom, then slide it on and scoop her closer. Everything inside me is buzzing, my desire like a hard knot at the base of my spine. Breathing fast, I glide into place. With our bodies locked together, I give a slow, firm thrust.

Ava’s face tenses with desire. “Ohh,” she pants as I press on her lower back to keep her close. I rock back and thrust again, driving all the way inside. Ava gives a low moan and rolls her hips to meet mine.

“God, you feel good,” I say, the pleasure so powerful I pause to memorize the way our bodies fit so fucking perfectly. Her heat and desire wrapped so tight around me.

Her gorgeous eyes meet mine in the darkness, her expression that mix of trepidation and longing that I love to satisfy.

I kiss her, savoring this closeness and the hope building inside me that maybe she needs me the way I need her too. That maybe we’re not so broken after all.

I roll my hips, arching slow and firm. Ava hooks her ankles behind my thighs, like she wants to keep me closer. We kiss again, my hunger ratcheting up, up, in time with her quickening breaths, drawing everything tighter. I slide the strap of her bra down her shoulder and cradle her bare breast. Ava whimpers, arching to my touch. I bend down to tease her with my tongue. She braces off the counter with one hand and grabs the back of my neck with the other, her fingers curling into my hair. When I draw her into my mouth, grazing her with my teeth, her thighs tighten around me and her breaths turn sharp. I cup the back of her thighs to get her closer and drive faster, harder, reading her cues.

Ava comes in a series of sharp cries that ring in the air with such perfect sweetness, cracking open a part of me I’ve kept locked away, a part reserved only for her. As it echoes through me, a deep hunger formore rises in its place, like a wildness I can’t contain, and with it, a tender, bright joy, overpowering me like a sudden storm. I don’t fight it, even as it threatens to be my undoing. And while I want to make it last, it’s clear I’m no longer in control. Maybe there’s too much inside me—fears I’ve kept hidden, feelings I don’t know how to express—to deserve someone like Ava. But in this moment, a tiny, fleeting form of hope is growing too. The storm breaks and my ability to hold everything in shatters. Gripping her thighs, I let it all go as I come, pulsing deep inside her.

Ava drapes her arms around my neck, still panting. “Too fast,” she says with a groan.

“I know,” I say, caressing her silky hair. I close my eyes and kiss the top of her head. “But you didn’t think we were done, did you?”

She laughs. “I was hoping you’d make good on your promise.”

“What promise was that, sweetheart?”

“To make it last a little longer next time.”

I don’t bring up the way that conversation ended—I’m not letting anything ruin this moment—and press a soft kiss to the top of her head.

After I help her get dressed, we walk to the house, our hands clasped. The cool night air bites my hot skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Once inside, Ava’s grip on my hand tightens. The house is warm and still and rich with the scents of fresh laundry and cooking.

It’s home, but better with her here.

“So many memories,” she says softly, her eyes tense.

I realize that I have yet to see her inside the house during her visits. That it’s been too hard for her until now sends a pang of grief through me. I caress her face. “Let’s make some new ones.”

She closes her eyes and kisses me. It’s tender and gentle, reminding me that for all her fire, there’s that softer part of her that needs my care too. I kiss her back, lingering on her lips for a delicious moment, savoring all that I’m feeling. She drapes her arms around my neck as our kisses turn hungry in the darkness. My need for more rises through me, hard and tight. In one swift movement, Ikick off my boots, then cup the back of her thighs and lift her into my arms.

With her knees gripping my waist, I reach back and tug off her boots, then carry her down the hall to my bedroom. In two steps, I cross the distance to the bed. I scoop her body beneath me as I climb on.

“Is this the famous Ryan Hutchins love den?” she asks when I set her in the middle of the bed.

Her haughty tone doesn’t fool me. My past is weighing on her.

“I don’t bring anyone here.” I kiss her softly.

Yearning flashes in her eyes.

Fuck, I love it when she looks at me like that.

“Hope you brought your A-game, Greely,” I tease, giving the bare patch of her belly a seductive swirl with my thumb. “Because we’ve got all night.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Youaremy A-game, Hutchins.” She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me close. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

Chapter Fifteen

Hutch pulls backfrom our kiss to yank off his shirt and slip off his jeans, then he undresses me slowly, kissing and caressing me everywhere with his attentive, sensual touch so that I’m blissfully lost in a cloud of lust and sweet hunger, the kind I have every faith he’ll satisfy.

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