Page 113 of The Heart We Guard
With that, I catch her wrists, raise them above her head, and pin them there with one hand. Not tight. I don’t want to hurt her. That’s a whole other conversation. But it’s enough to remind her that, while she could break free if she wanted to, I have her.
“You keep your hands there,” I say. “Don’t move them unless I tell you that you can. You understand me?”
She nods and sighs, as if the pieces of her are settling into place. “Yes.”
I kiss those pillowed lips of hers like a man half-starved. Like I hadn’t already memorized every precious inch of her. Like I’ll die if I don’t get another taste.
She moans, the sound soft and aching, and it wrecks me.
I increase the speed of my hips. Thrusting harder, withdrawing slower.
My hand drifts over her curves, down her ribs, across her hips. She arches into my touch, so goddamn responsive that it makes my blood boil for her.
Her hands twitch beneath mine, and I squeeze them tightly.
“Don’t test me,” I warn.
“Maybe I want to,” she says, but the smile that follows the words is the kind that makes a man want to go to war for her.
Despite my earlier promise to not edge her, I pull out of her and flip her onto her front, her stomach cushioned by the pillow.
Without missing a beat, I straddle her thighs, then force myself back inside her.
“Aw, fuck, Greer,” I say, inhaling a sharp breath and staring up at the ceiling.
She fists the sheets at the side of her head, and her mouth is open as she gasps.
Her pussy sucks me in, and I lie down over her back. Given my size, I completely cover Greer as I rut into her like it’s the last time I’ll ever get to be inside her.
The need to come and the need to tell her I love her swirl inside me.
“Never felt this close to another person in my whole…goddamn…life.” The words escape me. “Never want to be inside another person the way I am right now.”
I hammer into her as I place my hands over hers, sliding my fingers between her slender ones. It’s a tender gesture, at odds with the way it feels, hitting her pussy this hard.
“Want it to always be like this between us,” I manage to say between grunts and breaths. The last few words come out rushed.
Because they’re a substitute for the things I really want to say.
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GREER
If I died today, I’m sure I’d go to heaven happy.
And if there ever was a place where you had to lay out your credentials to gain entry after death, I would add loving Nolan Deeks to my list of accomplishments.
The sensation of being pinned in place, while hearing how much the man doing the pinning is enjoying fucking me, is beyond anything I could have comprehended.
It takes no time for the orgasm he stopped me from having multiple times already to linger just out of reach.
This time, I can’t help the long moan that escapes.
It burns, not in a bad way, but like a firework ready to explode. Everything is more sensitive.
I feel more. Smell more. Taste more.
Every single thing feels heightened.
