Page 28 of Climb Me Maybe
For a long moment, he just stares at me, his expression cycling through disbelief, wonder, and something that looks like hope.
"Imogen," he breathes.
"Show me that you want this,” I whisper.“That you wantme."
Something breaks in his expression, and he surges to his feet, pulling me to him as he kisses me with wild hunger.I taste his fear and his longing, his doubt and his desire, and I pour everything I have into kissing him back to show him I’m not going anywhere.
"I love you," he gasps against my lips."Christ, I love you so much it makes me crazy…in good and bad ways, as you’ve witnessed."
"I love you too."I start pushing down his boxers, needing to feel skin against skin."So stop being scared and let me love you properly."
When he's naked, I push him gently back onto the bed, mindful of his injured thigh.
"I need you," I murmur, straddling his hips carefully."All of you."
I start with his thigh, my hands gentle as I massage around the area.He hisses at first, then relaxes as my touch eases the tension.
"Better?"I ask.
"Everything's better when you touch me," he admits, his voice rough with emotion.
I lean down to kiss him, slow and deep, as my hands continue their exploration.He's already hard beneath me, his cock hot and thick against my belly.
"I want to feel every inch of you inside me," I whisper against his lips.
His hands stroke up my back, fingers tracing the curve of my spine."I don't have any—I mean, I'm not prepared for?—"
"I'm on birth control," I assure him, then smile.
“You have to tell me what to do,” he says.
“Just…love me, baby.”I rise up on my knees, positioning myself over him, and slowly sink down onto his thick length.We both groan at the sensation—he's big, and thick, filling me completely.
"Jesus," he breathes, his hands gripping my hips as I take him deeper."You feel spectacular."
"So do you."
His first thrust is clumsy, all nervous strength.So I adjust the angle and start moving, rolling my hips in slow circles that have him panting beneath me."God, Brady, I could come at any moment you feel so good inside me."
His responses are pure instinct…the way his hips buck up to meet mine, the sounds he makes when I clench around him, the adoring way he touches every inch of skin he can reach.
"I've never felt anything like this," he gasps as I pick up the pace, riding him with increasing urgency.
"Neither have I," I admit, because it's true.Sex has never felt this right, this perfect.
When I feel my climax building, I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I move faster.The new angle has him hitting that delicious spot inside me with every thrust.
His rhythm steadies as his confidence builds—deep, aching rocking movements that have me on edge.
"Come with me," I plead, feeling my body coiling tight."I want to feel you come inside me."
That breaks his control completely.His hands grip my hips, helping me move as we chase our release together.
My orgasm hits me, white-hot and endless.“Brady!”I cry out.
“My god, Imogen,” He follows immediately, his body arching beneath mine as he pumps me full of liquid heat.
We collapse together, breathing hard, hearts racing.
