Page 30 of The One Who Got Away
He pushed up to look down at me. “Do you need to rest first?”
I gripped the back of his neck. “Inside me.”
He laughed into a kiss and pushed at his jeans.
I helped shove them down with my feet and hands until we were both laughing.
“My sweater.”
He frowned down at me as he got his jeans past his ankles.
“Condoms.”
“God bless, Jessie. Mine are in the other room,” he said as he coasted his lips up my stomach to my breasts. “Take that off.”
I sat up and struggled out of the bra as he searched for my sweater. He crawled back up the bed and I shook under him as he got himself suited up and then he was mine.
Allmine.
I sighed as he stretched me so perfectly.
I wiggled until he was fully seated and Gus groaned into my shoulder. “Stop moving, love.”
The word dented my hazy, needy brain. I know it wasn’t I love you, but it was soft and exasperated.
“I don’t want to stop moving.”
I rolled my hips enough that he hissed out a breath.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, don’t make me go off like a damn teenager.”
“We’ve got all day.” I rolled him over and sat astride him, my breath hitching as he slid deeper.
He gripped my thighs, his eyes half blind.
I grinned down at him and lowered myself on him again and again, then caged him with my arms and my hair curtained around both of us. “Gus?”
He was barely coherent, his hips lifting against me to get in deeper. “Yeah?”
“Make me scream.”
He rolled me onto my back and slammed into me. I arched my back as he bottomed out inside me, his fingers fumbling between us to push me faster to the brink.
I held onto him, wrapping my arms and my legs around him until the world stopped spinning.
Until the room dimmed for a moment and I clasped around him just right. He groaned against my neck and I knew he was with me in every way.
Chapter 9
Gus
She was insatiable,and I was determined to find every way to make her come.
I was currently face down—my cheek stuck to her back.
After eating one of Jessie’s sandwiches, I’d had Eloise as dessert.
I’d come in to find her on her stomach, wearing only a towel, her feet swinging after a shower. I hadn’t been able to resist taking her from behind.
