Page 61 of Choose Me

The feel of his bare chest against mine caused my stomach to clench in lust. He was careful of my swollen belly, but I could feel his erection nudged against my thigh. I caught his gaze, and he closed his eyes, resting his forehead on mine as he raised my hands to cup his face, his breath hot against my lips as he whispered words so quietly I knew no one else heard but me.

"I love you."

His lips brushed against mine, a feather-light caress, but I wanted more. I enjoyed his mouth on mine. I wanted to taste him, kiss him, touch him. The desire I felt for him was stronger than I could handle. I shifted my hips against him, begging him without words.

He groaned against my lips as he covered my mouth with his, kissing me like he was dying and I was his last breath of air. I opened my mouth to him, welcoming his tongue inside.

He kissed me like I was the only woman in the world like he couldn't get enough of my mouth.

He tasted like everything I could ever want. Everything I could ever need.

It wasn't enough.

I didn't want tender or chaste kisses.

I needed him to consume me.

His lips scorched a hot trail down my neck, his movements slow and precise, while my hands skimmed down his back, running over the sleek muscles of his shoulders and arms until I reached his ass, gripping it tightly.

I lifted my hips to him, rubbing my swollen clit against his hard cock. He groaned against me, his hands tightening around my waist. His touch was burning me alive, but I wanted more.

I wanted him.

I wanted all of him.

I groaned against his mouth, and he shuddered.

He pulled away, and I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me. The hunger in his eyes made my thighs clench. But I could also see something else.

Something deeper.

Something he kept hidden.

He loved me.

As much as I wish I didn't, God, I wish I didn't...I loved him, too.

I wanted to memorize everything about him, to burn this moment into my soul.

I was no longer me.

I was no longer in my body.

A different person inhabited me, the need for his touch overwhelming my senses, drowning out my guilt, fear, and shame, instead replacing it with hunger, desire, and want.

The weight of his body was comforting as he pressed against me, his muscles flexed and firm. I kissed him back with as much fervor as he had lavished upon me, my body trembling with need, the pressure building up inside of me like a ticking time bomb.

I spread my legs for him, and he growled against my neck. I could feel his cock nudging against my entrance. I lifted my pussy against him, silently begging him to push inside of me. A sharp cry escaped my throat as he gently thrust into me, my back arching at the sudden intrusion. He didn't move, allowing me to adjust to him. I was stretched to my limit, the pressure almost unbearable, and my arms and legs quivered, my skin prickling as I waited for him to move.

"I won't hurt you, baby girl," he promised with a hushed whisper, soft against my cheek.

I nodded against him, my hands gripping his shoulders. He slid out and then pushed inside me again, his cock thick and long, filling me to the brim. He moved inside me slowly at first, the friction of his cock rubbing against my clit, increasing the pressure inside of me. I whimpered into his mouth, my back arching, lifting my hips to meet each thrust. He grunted against my cheek, and I dug my nails into his biceps as he rolled his hips so that he was deep inside of me. He moved faster, sliding in and out of me, his hips pumping roughly against mine. I arched my back, burying my face into his shoulder, my desperate whimpers drowned by his skin.

Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, and I knew I was going to fall apart.

Shatter into a million little pieces.

My hands closed around his back, my fingernails digging into his skin as my body spasmed, my pussy pulsating around him as he continued to thrust in and out. He stiffened, his cock twitching inside me, his thrusts slowing as he came, my name on his lips. I shuddered as the last of my orgasm rocked through me. Everett groaned against my ear, his thrusts slowing to an almost painful intensity, his breathing ragged against my neck.

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