Page 77 of Love Without Control

As her left hand continued its up and down motion, she covered the end of my erection with her right hand, swirling her palm around to smooth the drops of my desire over the crown before sliding it down to double-fist me. The dual sensations had my eyes rolling back in my head.

“You’re close,” she murmured, gaze glued to her hands on my cock. When she reached down to cup my balls, the fingers of my free hand fisted in the sheet, curling so tightly my knuckles ached. I didn’t want this to end, but she was right. I was about to fucking blow.

My dick swelled in her grasp, blood pulsing hard and fast along my length. Eden never sped up, keeping her unhurried pace as my juices lubricated the slide of her hand.

“Fuck, baby,” I growled, my voice a plaintive rasp in my throat. “Coming. For you.” Pressing my head back into the pillow, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes.

My brain went numb, unable to think of anything but the pure pleasure as a full-body orgasm convulsed through me. “Eden,” I cried, lifting my hips as spurt after spurt landed on my chest and stomach.

“God, that’s so hot,” I heard her say, gliding her fingers through the puddle on my abdomen and glossing my stomach with my own desire. I peeled my eyes open to watch her, my mouth watering to taste her. And that was the plan… as soon as I caught my breath.

But right then, I was completely spent, my muscles as loose as a taut rubber band that’s been suddenly snapped in half. And I’d never been happier.

Chapter 25

Well.Thatwasaboutthe hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Best Christmas morning ever,” Dane croaked, making me grin. He pulled me down until I was stretched out against his side, my head on his broad shoulder.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” I continued running my fingers through the mess he’d made on his stomach.Because I made him come.I’d never drawn such satisfaction from pleasuring a man before. But I’d also never been involved with a man like Dane. So strong. So masculine. So infinitely sexual. And I had undone him.

“Give me a second to re-inflate my lungs, and I’ll take care of you,” he promised, his hand wrapping around my back and resting on my hip.

The tightness forming between my legs intensified at the thought. I wanted him to. I wanted to feel that beard against my pussy as he put his wicked tongue to good use.

“No, it’s okay,” I told him, my vagina protesting my refusal with a clench around nothingness.

He angled his head down, a frown marring his perfect face. “I want to, baby girl. It’s all I can think about some days.”

Baby girl.I hated to admit how much I liked that. His eyes searched mine, seeking my approval, but I shook my head.

“I don’t want to.”

Laying a soft kiss on my nose, he nestled my head against his neck, which was slightly damp with sweat. “I understand if you’re not ready.”

A little voice deep inside me—a very horny voice—yelled that wewereready, but I closed my eyes against the almost overwhelming need to lie back and let him take care of me. I wasn’t sure why I was refusing since I very clearly wanted him. Craved him with every fiber of my being.

“I’ll get you a towel,” I said, pushing up and climbing off the bed, doing my best to ignore the confusion on his face. Hell, I was as confused as he was.

Too intimate.The words flashed through my mind, and I almost laughed. A minute ago, I’d had the man’s dick in my hand and then ran my fingers through his release, coating my hand with the musk of him.

Once in the bathroom, I lifted my sticky hand to my nose and inhaled. The scent of a man had never turned me on before. I’d actually never paid much attention to it, but the smell of Dane on my fingers made me want to return to the bedroom and tell him I’d changed my mind.

How had I gone from exploring his body while he was asleep to giving him a hand job? What the hell had come over me?

Sweetheart, if you lower your hand another inch, you’re going to find out exactly how much I like being in bed with you.

Oh yeah. That was it. Dane’s words—almost like a challenge—had me reaching for his cock in the next moment. Of course I’d noticed his bulge before, but actually holding that big, thick rod in my hand was on another level. I could still feel the smooth, hot skin that covered the hardness beneath, could hear his grunts and moans of encouragement, could smell—

Dammit to hell, why am I still sniffing my hand? Get your shit together, Eden.

Giving my head a firm shake, I washed my hands before grabbing a towel and walking it back into the bedroom. “I’m going to take a shower,” I told him, tossing him the towel and heading back to the safety of the bathroom. Seeing him sprawled out on the bed, completely naked, was too tempting.

No, Eden. Remember who he is. What he is.

Sure, he was Dane Osbourne and not Damiano Cappitani now, but that was simply the name he was using. It didn’t change who he was on the inside, right?

I should have feared him, hated him but… I didn’t. And that scared the shit out of me. Because beneath that icy exterior, there was a warmth he reserved only for me, and I was finding myself enthralled by it.

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