Page 64 of Jump or Fall
But Gordon wasn’t looking at her like that. Instead, his eyes took in every inch of her with a heated reverence.
She settled back into her spot, still waiting for him to change his mind.
Gordon lightly ran his hand over her breast and then down her waist. The pads of his fingertips moved over one of the scars.
“Do they bother you?” she whispered, as he followed one.
“Does my scar bother you?”
“No,” she said firmly. “I just want to hurt the person who did it.”
“That’s how I feel about these.” He stroked her hip with his thumb. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Mara.”
Her heart swelled. “And you’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Somehow, I believe you’re being sincere right now.”
“I am,” she insisted. “Any time I can get a peek at that smile you hide… it’s like winning a prize.”
“You’re very sweet.” He kissed her, long and deep. The heat of their mouths together only made the ache in her core grow.
His fingers slid between her legs and she let out a low groan into his mouth.
Ignore the rain. Focus on him.
He took up that circular rhythm again. How was he so good at this?
Gordon slipped a finger inside her and whispered against her lips, “I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
Heat bloomed in her middle, her body clenching with each slow, deliberate movement of him inside her.
One. Two.
No. You’re safe.
“I think about your perfect legs wrapped around me when I stroke myself,” he said, his voice low. Mara shuddered as he slid another finger inside her and curled them.
Fuck. He was going to drive her crazy. She’d been picturing him too. The way he’d grabbed onto her knee and pulled her close on the bike made her want to drag him back to the tunnel.
“I come when I imagine them shaking against me, while I’m deep inside you,” he confessed, his breath ragged.
Please, never let this stop. Everything was so vivid. She never wanted it to end.
Drip.
No. Almost there…
Gordon kissed her bottom lip, and lightly nipped her. “Stay with me.”
His pace quickened, as if he could sense she was getting close, his rhythm urging her toward the edge.
She grabbed a fistful of the blanket, desperate to hold onto something as she swallowed the moan rising out of her throat.
“I need to hear you, Mara.”
She let out a small gasp, a sound that teetered between a breath and whimper. Her entire body shuddered in his arms as he pulled her closer, his voice hushed against her ear, “That’s it… Let go. Let go for me.”
Shockwaves of pure bliss crashed through her. Every ounce of control shattered as she rocked against his palm and a desperate moan escaped her lips.
