Page 29 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
“You there, honey?” She’s getting close. It’s obvious in the way her breathing changes, the way her face flushes, the way her cunt flutters around me.
“Yes,” she pants, head bobbing. “Yes!”
Thank freaking god.
“Look at me when you come,” I command roughly. “I want to see those pretty eyes when I make you fall apart.”
Frantically, she nods, her breaths turning even choppier as her skin takes on a rosy tint visible under the stark white light of the latest firework.
Her orgasm hits in waves—first a sharp cry as the pleasure crests, then rolling contractions that seem to go on forever. I’m with her through every pulse, every flutter as she comes apart in my arms. That sexy red mouth of hers widens into the shape of an O as she drags in a shuddering breath and squeezes my cock mercilessly. Her whole body trembles. Then her head falls back as another colorful explosion brightens the sky, and I cover her mouth as she screams.
Her quaking orgasm destroys the last of my self-control. Just when I think she’s finished, another wave crashes over her, making her arch against me with a broken sob of pleasure. I bury my face in her neck, latching on to the tender skin there, and groan through the most dazzling, destructive ecstasy I’ve ever felt in my life.
When it’s over, I struggle to slow my heartbeat. I’m flattened.
What the fuck was that? My brain is too scrambled to figure it out.
Together, we catch our breath, her forehead pressed to mine. Slowly, my body stops pulsing. I stroke up and down her spine. I press a soft kiss to her lips as her heartbeat gradually slows against my chest. She’s boneless in my arms, and I love that I unraveled her so completely. I’m hoping like hell she understands that she’s mine now.
I ease back enough to brush my thumb along her cheek and stare into her eyes. The trust there stuns me. But there’s more, something a lot softer, more intimate, and…tender.
Her expression is a reflection of what I’m feeling.
And I’m happy as hell.
Does that mean what I think it means? I grip tighter, holding her even closer. “Sophie, honey?”
“I think I love you,” she admits between audible breaths.
She’s not kidding—and that’s more than all right with me.
“I think I love you, too.”
“This is crazy,” she whispers, stroking my face. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“Good,” I growl, pressing my forehead to hers. “Because I’m not letting you go. Not now, not ever.”
Her smile is radiant. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
A big smile stretches across her face. “So…are the fireworks over?”
I don’t know about the ones celebrating the holiday. Ours? Not a chance. “Why?”
“I want to go back to the cottage and do that again.”
Fuck. She’s perfect for me. “Same. Let’s go.”
I lift her off my lap and set her on wobbly feet. It takes a few moments to locate her shorts, but we finally put them on and right her tank top for the short trek to the cottage. I’d love to strip her naked and keep her that way…but we’ve already taken more risk with her safety and public image than we should. Besides, this will give me the opportunity to undress her again—this time completely.
Once I’ve got my zipper up and the rest of my gear in place, I take her hand and lead her toward the cottage. “Happy?”
She grins at me. “Very. But how did you just happen to have condoms?”
“I made a calculated guess. When I texted Hal that we’d arrived to pick up the groceries, I asked him to bring a bottle of wine and a box of them.”
“They were in that bag?”
