Page 79 of The Merger
My arms give out. I fall to my forearms, unable to hold myself up any longer. Gannon jerks me back, holding me still so he can continue to deliver the sweet thrusts that I’ve begged him for.
Tears fill my eyes from the intensity of the moment.
I begin to quake—the ripples starting in my core but spreading in a vicious wave through my entire body.
“Gannon!” I scream, shaking. “Oh, my God!”
He thrusts harder and deeper, tattooing his name in the back of my pussy.
“I can’t,” I cry out. “I … can’t.”
My cheek hits the mattress as he smashes into me one final time. He shakes as he spills himself into the condom, and the guttural groan emitting from his throat is enough to turn me on again.
If I could hold myself up.
Or think.
Or open my eyes.
Finally, he stills and releases his grip—my skin feels bruised beneath his fingertips—and he helps me fall gently to the blankets. I squint up at him and grin.
“Thank you,” I say, giggling.
He shakes his head. “Never thank me for getting the privilege of doing that.”
The warmth that fills me this time isn’t from an orgasm. But I’m afraid to put a name on it. So I don’t.
“Let’s get cleaned up.” He holds out a hand. “Come on.”
I groan. “I don’t want to.”
“I don’t care.”
My bottom lip juts out. “I just need a little nap .... and maybe a sandwich.”
“Afterward. Come on, Miss Matcha.”
His nickname for me makes me laugh, and the sweet little grin makes me giddy. I slap my hand in his and let him pull me off the bed.
He sweeps me off my feet and carries me into the bathroom like the gentleman I’m learning he sometimes can be.
Chapter Eighteen
Carys
“Here.” Gannon tosses a pair of boxers and a plain white T-shirt on the vanity. “You can wear that.”
I turn away from the mirror, tucking my towel tighter against my chest. “I have clothes. I just need to get them from your office.”
He lifts a brow cockily. “I thought you were hungry?”
“I am.”
“Then you better put on the clothes I gave you because if you put that skirt back on, you’ll miss dinner.”
His grin is deliciously lazy as he strolls out of the bathroom in only black boxer briefs.
I heave a breath, returning to the sink and catching my reflection in the glass.
