Chapter Nine #2
I tug the covers over my shoulders and bury my face in his pillow. It smells like him, warm and comforting. A combination I desperately need now. I wait for exhaustion to carry me away, but I find it hard to settle.
“God,” I whisper, nuzzling his pillow with my nose as I feel pressure build up in my core. I inhale deeply and slowly, and I feel myself growing wet. It’s freaking inconvenient timing, but I can’t help it. I hump Trigger’s bed, rocking my hips slowly, but find no satisfaction.
After everything that’s happened, the last thing I should be thinking about is sex, but I find my hand sliding between my thighs. I close my eyes and bite hard on my lip as I rub my middle finger between my folds, whimpering at the sensation that rolls through my body.
My skin begs for those large hands and that firm mouth nudging mine to open for him.
His tongue invading my mouth and pulling me into an erotic mating dance.
I turn to lie on my back, shoving off the covers and spreading my legs.
A whimper slips out as I tease my clit in slow strokes, picturing his hands teasing me.
I imagine his hand sliding under the T-shirt and pinching my aching nipples until they’re overly sensitive.
I’m wet. So damp I can feel my juices slowly trickling down my thighs as I inch myself closer to an orgasm.
“Trigger,” I pant as my thighs begin trembling. “I’m so close…”
“Then let me get you there,” a deep voice murmurs into my ear, and my eyes shoot open to find Trigger hovering over me.
“What, when—”
He cuts my words off with a kiss. I moan when he slants his mouth over mine, his tongue slipping in and stroking softly against mine in the most delicious of moves. His hand reaches between my legs and nudges mine to the side before he starts stroking my clit.
“Oh God,” I whimper into the kiss as he touches me in ways I couldn’t touch myself, sending my orgasm racing to the surface. “Trigger—”
“I’m here, baby,” he rasps, slipping his thick digit into my sex, and the slight pressure sends me right over the edge.
My body bows off the bed, legs trembling as the orgasm rolls through me.
He fingers me through it, thrusting in and out of me in fast motions, drawing out the orgasm and leaving me a trembling mess.
“Your turn,” I whisper, fiddling with the button of his jeans. I keep my glazed eyes on his wild blues as I tug down the zipper and reach in to draw out his cock.
He’s so hard and big and warm. Our eyes stay locked on each other as I stroke his cock and question how I lived a single day before him. How I went for so many years without feeling him inside of me, and how I’ll survive if he ever stops me needing me as much as I need him.
As much as I love him.
“You’re hard to read in court,” he says with a grin that turns pained when I squeeze his cock in my palms. “You wear this blank expression, like you’re playing poker and don’t want your opponents to predict your next move, but it’s different when it’s just us two.
” He grabs my thigh and lifts it to his hip, pushing up until the head of his cock is pressed against my inner thighs.
“In the bedroom, I can read you clear as a book.”
“Can you tell what I’m thinking now?”
“You’re afraid to surrender to the feeling, so let me be the one to say it first,” he says, those eyes pulling me into their depth. “I am hopelessly in love with you, Maeve Halloway.”
And then he enters me.
It’s a shock to the system. Both the words and his action, and it takes forever for my brain to catch up. When I do, he’s already moving.
“Oh God…oh yes,” I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he shoves my legs open and takes me like an animal, fast and hard.
His body fits against mine like we were custom-made for each other, and I can feel and think of nothing else but the hot glide of his cock against my most intimate parts.
“You’re mine,” he growls, slamming his mouth down on mine and taking me in a dirty kiss, his hips pumping in brutal thrusts. “You belong to me, Maeve. Say it.”
“Yours,” I sob as an orgasm tears through my body, nearly blinding me with its intensity. My vision wavers as my sex cinches hard around his cock, trembling achingly as he hammers into me and good Lord, he’s beautiful.
It’s art. The way his hair frames his face, damp muscles rippling with every move, the array of tattoos catching in the evening light. I could spend a lifetime watching him. Giving and receiving pleasure from him.
He’s even more magnificent when he comes. His head thrown back, the muscles of his neck flexing as he pours himself into me. That deep growl is one I want to hear forever.
When Trigger finally collapses over me, I realize that I understand Gareth. I would lose my mind too if Trigger ever stopped loving me.
Would I spiral out of control and ruin other people’s lives? Probably not, but it would hurt.
“I love you,” I choke out, surprised by the tears that roll down my cheeks but unable to stop them. I wrap my arms tightly around him and hold him close. “I am hopelessly in love with you, Trigger.”
He kisses my temple and then my wet cheeks and eyes. “I plan on keeping you by my side forever, my beautiful attorney,” he rasps, brushing my mouth with his as he says the perfect word. The only one I want to hear. “Forever.”
“Forever,” I echo, burrowing into his arms as I let the word soothe me. As I give in to exhaustion and allow myself to fall.