Page 166 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
Air shocked from my lungs.
“Theo.” I whispered his name on a plea.
“You like that?” he demanded.
My nod was frantic.
He began to roll the pad of his thumb over my clit as he hit the same spot again and again.
“Good, then take it like you want it.”
I started to move with him, holding onto his shoulders as I rode his hand.
Faster and faster.
Unable to stop the rush of sounds that barely breached the air as they fell from my tongue.
The need and the pleasure and the awe of this man who was stealing a part of me I never thought I’d let go.
His left hand slipped up the side of my neck, his palm leaving a trail of fire, before he was weaving his fingers through the locks of my hair, holding on tight at the side of my head.
“Look at you.” His voice was gruff. As rough as his movements. “Fucking my hand. Needing it the way I know you do.”
“Yes. I need it. I need you.” The confession tumbled out without permission.
Theo grunted, and his eyes flashed with lust. Barely hanging onto whatever control he had remaining.
And I wanted us to lose it.
Lose all control and sanity and logic.
Just for a moment.
Because he was right.
The breaking would feel so nice.
I went for the fly of his jeans, attempting to rip the button free so I could expose him the way he had me. I could see the outline of his huge cock pressing against the fabric, and my stomach twisted with the reckless need to feel him that way.
Wholly and completely.
“I want to feel you. All of you.”
He groaned a pained sound. “No, Piper. This is for you. Only you.”
He thrust his fingers deeper, his thumb rubbing and rolling and inciting, so intense that I couldn’t get my fingers to cooperate and instead they were clutching at his hair again.
Pleasure rushed and rose, gathering to a pinpoint that I couldn’t resist.
His touch my gravity.
“Let go, Pipes. Let me see you light up this room.”
I cracked at his command. Body breaking apart in a bliss that shattered through every reserve.
And I no longer wanted to be separated. I no longer wanted to keep the barriers between us. I was the fool who wanted to give him every single one of my secrets.
I quietly chanted his name as I soared, as if it might encompass every single one of those things.
