Chapter 11 #2
With a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder, we collide into each other.
Both moving in at the same time, so it’s a perfect, symmetrical give and take of contact as our mouths connect.
Gareth’s hands grab tightly under my legs as he spreads them and lifts me up onto his lap.
He leans back, pulling his lips away as I wrap myself around him, my hands hooked behind his neck.
Slowly, he brushes back the hair that’s covering my eye as he takes in every inch of my face.
A deep shiver runs up my spine that has nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with the look in Gareth’s eyes.
His gaze drops to my lips and he covers my mouth with his, a groan rattling through his entire chest as he holds my face where he wants me.
His tongue demands entry, so I part my lips and welcome him gladly.
He tastes of rain, and sea, and pure man.
I arch into him and rock myself on his lap, desperate to feel him inside of me.
It’s been weeks since our shower together at my house. He was concussed then, so we couldn’t do all that we desired. But feeling his firmness nudging at my opening, I can tell he has recovered one hundred percent. Maybe he’s ready to claim me like he promised once before.
“Gareth,” I sigh, scooping my hips up into him and relishing in the feeling of his rough palms on my bare back. “I want this.”
“Me too, Sloan.”
“Treacle,” I correct, dragging my tongue down his neck.
Suddenly, he pulls back and grabs my face, pinning me with a harsh look in his eyes. “Sloan,” he repeats. “I’m calling you Sloan. And I’m taking you inside before I fuck you here in the rain.”
I pull my lip into my mouth and nod. “Whatever you say, boss.”
A tiny flicker of a smile ripples over his face, but it’s gone just as quickly as it came. Without another word, he stands up, tucks me under his arm, and hurries me back toward the resort.
It’s quite a trek in the wet sand and rain. By the time we get back to our suite, we’re completely soaked to the bone. When the door clicks shut, it’s like an audible warning for what’s to come. Gareth’s heat moves in close behind me, his warmth radiating like a furnace all over my exposed skin.
Slowly, he walks around to face me, and I cast my eyes downward as a sign of respect. To show him I’m taking this moment seriously.
True BDSM is never really what Gareth and I had together. We were a simple power exchange. But tonight, I’m hoping to explore new territory with him because we are changed. We are more. And I want to go all in because the thrill coursing through my veins is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Gareth lifts my chin so I’m forced to look at him. “You’re so beautiful,” he husks, his eyes raking up and down my body like every inch belongs to him.
I smirk and reply, “I probably look like a wet rat right now.”
“You look beautiful.” He leans in and drops a kiss on my shoulder. “Messy and perfect.”
His hand slides around me to grab the ribbon tie on my dress. With a tug, he undoes the bow and the shoulders of my dress instantly fall down to my elbows, exposing my bare breasts.
Biting his lower lip, he slowly peruses my chest before bringing his hands up and testing the weight of them in his palms. “Still the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, dipping his head down and wrapping his lips around my nipple.
“Gareth,” I cry out as one hand slices through his hair and the other grasps his shoulder for balance as he sucks hard on my nub. I silently beg for him to slip his fingers lower, into my damp panties so I can feel him inside of me. Feel the pressure of his hands on me. I’m dying for the sensation.
He pauses his assault on my breast and moves to the other. But before he gives equal attention to that nipple, he states in a deep, guttural voice, “You know what’s more beautiful than dominance and submission, Sloan?”
I’m two seconds away from shoving my nipple into his mouth because I’m aching for the symmetry, but I manage to husk out a garbled, “What?”
“No boundaries at all.” He straightens to stare deep into my eyes.
The wicked promise in his has my entire body trembling.
He licks his lips and adds, “Someday, I will claim you and do things that will have you begging for mercy. But right now, Sloan Montgomery…Right now…” He leans in to brush his lips against the corner of my mouth and whispers, “I’m going to make love to you. ”
My legs instantly give out from under me as he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me over to the giant, white, fluffy bed.
He pulls the covers back and lays me on the cool sheets.
His eyes remain locked on mine as he proceeds to remove the rest of my clothing, along with his own so we’re both completely naked.
Now, here we lie, flesh on flesh, hearts on hearts, souls on souls. It’s the most intimate I’ve ever been with a man in my life. Even when Callum and I were together, it never felt anything like this. I didn’t know it could feel like this. So…close.
Gareth kisses me as he holds himself over top of me to gently part my legs.
He kisses me as he slides his fingers down my ribs.
He kisses me as he caresses my entrance.
He kisses me as he nudges his bare tip inside of me, inch by perfect inch.
When he pushes into me as deep as my tense body will allow, my head lifts off the pillow.
My hands clutch so tightly around his neck and my legs squeeze so fiercely along his hips that he knows I need more.
That’s when he begins the thrusting. The slow, calculated, rhythmic, and oh-so wonderful thrusting.
But it’s not the skilled movement of his cock inside of me that has me coming apart at the seams. It’s what he says with each stroke.
“This isn’t temporary, Sloan.” Thrust. “This can be us.” Thrust. “We can be more.” Thrust. “We aren’t just one thing.” Thrust.
“You’re my Treacle and my Sloan.”
Thrust.
“You’re mine.”
Thrust.
“Mine, mine, mine.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Gareth Harris makes love to me like only a man who loves a woman could.
I clutch his body to mine, stare into his eyes, and accept his gloriously perfect words.
And I wonder to myself when the hell I started falling for him, because there is no way this emotion inside of me is new.
This is something that’s been with me for some time now. It’s familiar and comfortable.
It’s a sensation that feels like home…
…A place I haven’t been in years.