Page 21 of Her Last Hope
“Nothing.” He kissed her temple, cupping her full ass in his hands. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he stammered out. “You took my breath away.” It certainly wasn’t a lie, but if he wasn’t careful, she was the kind of woman that could rebuild his heart… and then crush it.
Her hands roamed down his back, over his hips, and across his stomach. He shuddered, grabbing her wrist before she could curl her glorious fingers around his shaft.
She cocked her head and smiled. “Can’t handle it?” she asked.
He groaned, knowing he couldn’t. Any other woman he’d been with, he could have. Sex had become an exercise in mental control and physical release.
Being with her had turned into an exercise of control, only not his, because he had none.
“I can’t,” he said softly. An admittance that humbled him. He cupped her breast, leaning over to suck it into his mouth.
Her soft moans filled the room, echoing through his mind, wreaking havoc on his body. If he entered her sweetness now, it would be over before it began.
Kissing her nipples, he pushed her back on the bed and reached between their bodies. He ran his finger over her hard nub, gliding inside her warmth with three fingers, curling them at the top.
He devoured each breast as he stroked her, occasionally slipping his fingers out to rub her clit in a quick, circular motion. Her hips rolled with his hand as she quietly called out his name. Hearing his name float off her tongue sent a long shiver from his toes to his head, spreading heat to all his nerve endings.
His control finally snapped. Reaching for the condom, he tore it open. His hands trembled as he tried to cover himself. Putting on protection had never been difficult before.
“Fuck,” he whispered, trying again.
Only this time her sweet fingers covered his, and she eased the condom over his length.
A deep growl built from the pit of his stomach. He eased between her legs, his hands cupping her face as he slowly glided himself into her. Tighter than expected, he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from climaxing right then and there.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands roaming his back and ass, her fingers digging into his muscles.
His vision blurred. For a long moment, he stayed still, staring into her mesmerizing dark eyes. There was so much passion behind the chocolate pools, it caused his heart to swell with something akin to deep abiding affection.
An understanding of her heart and mind filled his brain. He tried to convince himself that this connection was only because of their shared loss, but deep down he knew she’d managed to reach inside all those places he’d hidden from the world for the last ten years.
He fanned her soft, rosy cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re an incredible woman.”
Her eyes widened as a smile slowly appeared on her angelic face.
On the inside, he scrambled to protect himself from the kind of heartache that would destroy him. On the outside, he rammed his tongue inside her mouth, filling it with all the lust he had for her.
And he did lust after her in the most primal way.
Rolling his hips, he swallowed all her sweet moans. He wanted to bring her to climax before he lost himself completely, and that would be sooner than he liked.
She ground herself against him, and he bit down on her lower lip as his toes curled. He could no longer contain himself. He raised up on his hands, staring down at her while her head rolled back and forth.
“Help me,” he murmured, taking her hand, placing itbetween their bodies, pressing her fingers against herself.
She blinked her eyes open.
“That’s it, hon,” he whispered, thrusting himself deep inside her. He leaned over, sucking her nipple all the way in his mouth.
She hissed, arching her back. “Yes,” she said with a throaty pant. “Oh, my…Nick!”
Her body rocked, shaking the bed as if it were a waterbed and they’d jumped into it together. She grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him in deeper.
He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck as he thrust his hips hard and fast until he swelled inside her and exploded. His entire body shivered. Every inch of his skin burned with exquisite flames. Sucking on her neck, he tried to control the dizziness that threatened to overtake him.
He’d gotten drunk on her.
Worse, he was addicted to her.
