Page 53 of Loving You

Yes, part of me wanted him to knock it off and do me already, but this sweet torture of being at his mercy in a playful and almost charming way was so addicting I wasn’t sure if I really wanted it to end.

“April,” he growled, one eyebrow lifting. “Are you distracted again?”

“Yes, but it’s your fault.”

He pinned me with a look, then braced his hands to the bed next to my hips. I watched with my heart in my throat as he slowly lowered his head, not letting go of my gaze until I could feel his breath against the spot that was practically throbbing with need.

“Touch,” he said, punctuating the word with a kiss just to the right of where I wanted him.

“Yourself,” he continued, dropping another kiss on the opposite side.

“Here,” he finished, and this time, his lips pressed against my center, there and gone faster than I could blink.

He rose up to kneel again, staring down at me with fire in those dark brown eyes.

Spurred into action, I obliged. And finally,thank god, watching me writhe against the navy-blue comforter as I touched myself brought him to the end of his seemingly endless resolve.

Right as I was about to come from not only my own touch but from the sight of him watching me do it, he hopped off the bed, grabbed a condom from the nightstand, and removed his pants and those sexy boxer briefs I’d been dreaming about since that night on the patio.

Before I knew it, he was hovering above me again, his mouth on mine as he braced himself with his hands on either side of my shoulders.

He groaned as he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking hard and giving it a teasing nip. Then he released it only to trail the tip of his tongue along the spot he’d bitten before sealing his mouth over mine.

Too soon, he pulled back to look at me, eyelids heavy and breath coming out in ragged bursts. He didn’t say anything, but it felt like he was trying to reassure himself that I was really there—that this was really happening. As soon as he seemed satisfied that it was, he returned his lips to mine with renewed force.

Right up until he needed to do it again.

I wanted nothing more than to wipe away whatever doubts were flashing through his mind—especially because it kept causing him to cut off those all-consuming kisses that were too much and not enough at the same time.

To make matters worse, that glorious cock of his kept nudging just shy of where I wanted it, and I was ready to lose my damn mind.

Impatient, I opened my legs wider for him and lifted my hips, sliding my center along his shaft.

He swore against my mouth and one of his elbows buckled as the slickness that was completely his fault made him lose even more of a hold on his control. It would have made me giggle with sheer delight if it hadn’t been so fucking sexy to feel that hard, hot slide between my folds.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he said against my chest as he peppered kisses along my skin.

Some witty retort died on my lips as he sucked my nipple so hard I had to cry out instead.

“Do you have any idea how many ways I’ve imagined taking you? How many surfaces of this house I’ve pictured fucking you on? None of it is safe. In my mind, I’ve had you on every single piece of furniture I own. Every counter, every floor. Every fucking wall.”

With each word he spoke, I grew hotter and more wet for him. “Then do it,” I panted, afraid his husky declarations—just hearing himtalkabout it—would cause me to come with such a force that I’d actually die, and then I’d never even get to experience it.

He grinned. “You want me to do it?”

“Yes, please.”

“Please, huh? I love this sweet side of you.”

“Eric, I’m gonna kill you.”

Chuckling, he kissed me long and deep as he fitted our bodies close together and pressed the tip of his cock to my entrance. “There’s my girl.”

I struggled to breathe. It was something in his eyes, his tone, the way I could feel that what I wanted even more than air was finally within my reach. I tried to thrust my hips forward—instinctively searching for relief—but his strong grip held fast on my hip, holding me still.

He didn’t give any torturous verbal commands, but it was as clear in his eyes as if he’d spoken aloud.Hewas going to takemethis time, not the other way around.

Not yet, anyway.

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