Page 147 of The Complete Truth Duet
“What do you feel?” he asked in a husky voice.
“You,” I replied, tilting my head back, asking for a kiss.
His lips came to mine, but not for a kiss. He thrust his finger deep inside me, inciting an explosion of pleasure that shook the Earth. Releasing his length, he snaked his arm around me to keep me on my feet and whispered into my open mouth, “Different can be beautiful. We came from different worlds—I will give you that. But I lived in yours, and now, you’re going to live in mine. Because we belong together.”
“Penn!” I cried, my orgasm rearing up.
His finger pumped inside me, twisting and turning as he drove me to the edge. He nipped at my bottom lip. “We earned this. You and me. We earned this feeling, right here, right now. And we earned it in the hardest fucking way possible. It wasn’t easy and I don’t suspect it ever will be, but dammit, we’re gonna be together.”
I swallowed every one of his words.
They tasted like hope—my greatest enemy of all.
“Please, Penn,” I begged, the curling ache of need pulsing to the point of insanity. I needed him. I needed him in so many ways. The void only he could fill within me wasn’t just sexual.
It was in my heart.
It was in my soul.
It was in my being as a whole.
It was just him.
That’s all it had ever been since the day we’d met.
Shane. Penn. I didn’t care. It was just him.
He continued, emotion overtaking him, filling not only his words but his movements with a desperate urgency. “We were the only truth that mattered in any of this. We earned this. I won’t lose that. I won’t lose you.”
“No!” I cried when he suddenly withdrew his fingers as I was teetering on the edge of orgasm. But I had no time to complain because, in one fluid movement, he spun, sank onto the bench, pulled me down into his lap, his front to my back, and impaled me in the most erotic experience of my life.
“Penn,” I choked out as the orgasm tore from my body like it had been ripped from my soul.
He roughly closed my legs, holding them shut with his thighs. Then, circling his arms around my waist, he used his upper-body strength to fuck me from the bottom with the hard and fast rhythm of determination. My clit rolled between my clenched thighs, sending me higher and higher through the volatile peaks and valleys of ecstasy.
“I love you,” he growled, his fingertips biting into my hips as he drove into me. “I love you so goddamn much. I will not give up on us again. Promise me you won’t, either. Promise me, Cora.”
I was coming down from one orgasm and could feel him swelling impossibly harder as he started his own climb to the top. The last thing I wanted was for his desperation to linger when he got there.
I felt beautiful with him.
I felt safe with him.
I felt loved with him.
I always had.
And the blood hummed in my veins in a way that I knew it would never disappear.
Not with him.
“Stop,” I breathed and it was like I’d flipped a switch.
His legs opened, his arms fell away, and he leaned back so not even his chest was touching me.
God. This man.
This sweet, sweet broken and beautiful man.
The one who loved me and had only been trying to take care of me—albeit a little misguided sometimes. And yeah, so what—he was loaded and liked skiing. I liked money, and while I’d probably break my face on a slope, I’d be more than happy to drink hot chocolate and watch him.
There was no denying that we came from different worlds. But he’d never judged me or made me feel bad or dirty about where I’d come from. And I had a sneaking suspicion that it didn’t matter whose world we settled in as long as we were together.
“I’m sorry,” he said as I climbed out of his lap, the steam from the shower causing my skin to pebble.
I turned around, finding his strong and handsome face filled with apology.
“Are you—”
“I’m fine.” I smiled, putting a knee on either side of him and then climbing back into his lap.
He brushed my wet hair off my neck and then traced it up to cup my cheek. “Jesus Christ, you scared me.”
I leaned down to peck his lips, where I murmured, “Come back inside me, baby. I just wanted to have this conversation face-to-face.”
His eyes darkened, and he didn’t delay in guiding his length into my opening. Holding his gaze, I sank down, slow and steady.
He bit out a curse as I took him completely—base to tip.
“Fuck, Cor,” he murmured, leaning forward for a kiss I denied him.
“Promise you’ll never lie to me again.”
He stared back at me, hope filling his eyes. “I swear.”
