Page 204 of Falling Backwards
“Oh my God,” I say into a staggered gasp, grasping down to the bared dip in his back.The rapidly building pleasure guides my hips up against his like a plea.“Luke,I’m—Luke, I—”
He’s sudden, too, in abandoning my breast for my thigh and clutching it to him and matching my intensifying movements.He consumes me with a kiss as fire licks up my spine and I feel his teeth take my bottom lip and feel the rolling muscles in his lower back as he urges me through my…my….
Oh my God.
Luke.
Oh my God.
It’s all I can think, even as my mind seems to slip away from me.
When it comes back, I’m shaking.
From that rush of bone-deep bliss I wasn’t expecting.
From how it’s quickly fading.
From the insane sense of perfection trickling through me.
And from embarrassment that contradicts it.
Was that real?
I realize I’m nearly panting since my breaths are hitting the quiet air instead of Luke’s lips because his lips aren’t on mine anymore, they’re pulling drawn-out kisses from my jawline.I went still at some point and so did he.I ease up the grip I’ve still had on his lower back—and in his hair.God, I’ve had my fingers tangled in his hair….
My embarrassment is heightening.
I don’t know when a flush came over me, but it’s here.Especially in my face.
Yet…he isn’t recoiling.His fingertips are still digging into my thigh, and his arousal is still notched against me, and the last kiss he takes from my jaw is as intent as any other before his mouth brushes towards my ear.
His quiet voice is still coarse when he asks, “Did you just come?”
It isn’t so quiet that I don’t hear the undertone of knowing in it—he already knows.
He asked anyway, though, and even with my face burning, I can’t try to lie.I can’t pretend nothing happened when something very much did.
So I nod, an apology springing to my tongue.
But I can’t do anything with it before he inhales slowly, nudges my ear with his nose, shifts a hard press of his lips to my cheek.“Fuck, Magnolia.That makesmewanna come.”
The air huffs out of my lungs.
His, too, as his hips go slowly against mine one single time, his hand squeezing my thigh.
Holy fu….
I don’t know when I once again started loving him calling me by my full name, but I love itsomuch now, spoken here with so much honesty, followed by him moving against me so hotly again.
“What?”I finally ask in a heavy whisper.“But it was an….I didn’t mean to.”
His mouth is over mine again, touching in the barest graze of a kiss.“I know.”
“And you—you don’t think I’m embarrassing?”
“Fuck.No.”
The two short words are nearly growled.
