Chapter 22 #2
“I want to look at you,” she said, a heady desire winging through her words.
He stepped back, following her command, and she faced him.
The moment her eyes roamed over his body before settling on his face, he knew he was done for. There was a damn Fourth of July party in his chest. Emotion caught in his voice when he said, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
A smile touched her lips as she reached for his chest, smoothing a palm down the center.
He gathered her in his arms, relinquishing the control he’d fought for.
Her smile, of all things, was his undoing.
Her breasts smashed against his chest, and she held the back of his neck as he kissed her, his hands firmly positioned on her ass cheeks. “Peaches,” he whispered against her lips. “Mine,” he grunted, pretty sure he sounded like a caveman, but fuck if he cared.
He carried her to the bed a moment later and lightly tossed her onto it.
She propped her hand behind her head, staring at him as if cataloging every inch.
“Condoms?” He hadn’t expected this, and so, he hadn’t come prepared.
“Nightstand. They’ve been collecting dust.”
He knelt onto the bed and braced himself over her. “Oh yeah? And why is that?”
The back of her hand touched his cheek. “I think you know,” she softly said and reached between his thighs to hold his hard length.
It had him clenching his jaw, his back teeth nearly grinding against each other. “Show me how you got yourself off when you were thinking about me.” He arched a brow as he raked his gaze over her breasts before finding her eyes again.
“Oh?” She squeezed harder, her nails slightly buried in his skin. “Are you that confident that—”
He thought about their time at the gym before Mexico, when he was close to blowing his load while they’d worked out. “Hell yes.”
She cracked another smile. “I used my hand instead of hardware, and I pretended it was you touching me.”
“Show me.” He shifted back to his knees, forcing her to lose her grip.
He inwardly groaned at the loss, but when her fingertips burned a trail down her body to her already wet center, the blood rushed south, and his cock swelled.
She never let go of his eyes as she touched herself. “I want it to be you,” she half-cried, arching her back as if she’d go crazy without him. “I need you.” Her voice deepened. “I need you, Asher Hayes.”
The truth. Finally.
Her words had him lowering himself on top of her, and he sought entrance between her thighs. He stroked her and guided his fingers inside of her as they kissed.
She didn’t need warming up. She was soaked. Ready.
And he couldn’t wait any longer.
He retrieved a foil wrapper and rolled the condom on. “How do you want me?” he asked through gritted teeth, staring deep into her eyes.
“With you on top.” She wet her lips. “For the first time,” she added with a smile, and he positioned his tip at her center.
With their eyes connected, he hooked her leg up to rest over his arm as he braced himself above her. He sank inside of her and bit back a growl as her back arched off the bed at the movement.
He wanted to be as deep and close to her as possible. So close maybe they’d never come apart.
He took slow and deep breaths as he moved, trying to comprehend the onslaught of emotions battering him as she took everything he gave.
He slid almost all the way out before pushing the crown of his shaft back in harder than before, and she squeezed her pussy tight around him.
The feel of her.
The warmth.
She was perfect.
And all his.
He kissed her with a wild hunger, and his entire body blazed hot as if a trail of fire burned down his spine.
His cock pulsed inside of her, and she shifted her mouth from his to release a moan deep from her lungs.
She clung to him, her fingertips digging into his skin as if hanging on for dear life.
But when he lifted his head and found her eyes closed, it had his heart stammering. His body slowing down.
“Look at me,” he said gruffly. “Please,” he added, because damn it, he needed to see her. To know she felt the same.
He noted the movement in her throat as she swallowed, and her eyelashes fluttered open, revealing a sheen to her blue eyes. Emotion she’d been hiding.
The sight had him moving harder and faster. Maybe a little too rough as his need for her grabbed hold of him like never before.
God, he’d never wanted anyone so much in his life, and he knew he never would.
Her. Always her.
“I’m going to come,” she whisper-yelled. “I can’t hang on any longer.”
He fought the desire to explode inside of her as she trembled beneath him, holding on tight to his frame.
Her blue irises glossed over, and then her fingertips slipped from his shoulders as she climaxed. She relaxed onto the bed and took deep breaths.
He slanted his lips over hers and stole her breath—he wanted to become the very air she breathed.
Everything inside of him grew calm the moment he came. Well, everything except the heavy beats of his heart.
“Jessica.” Her name skated from his mouth like a forbidden whisper.
“Yes?” she whispered.
“I missed you, too.”