Page 63 of Meant for You

Dane dropped down, his hot breath brushing my throat and jaw. His body was tense and trembling. “Fuck, baby.” He kissed me there, then he chuckled roughly. It sounded pained. “I almost came.” He lifted his head, and pink slashed his cheeks from exertion. “Haven’t come this close to blowing in my jeans, not ever, not once before now. Woman, what are you doing to me?”

I realized he wasn’t just turned on; he was also embarrassed. I knew what his embarrassed face looked like because I knew Dane. “I’ve never seen you blush before.”

“I’m fucking not,” he said, looking horrified.

I brushed my thumb over one of his cheeks and bit my lip to stop the giggle about to escape. “Yes, you are.”

“You think this is funny?” he said, white teeth flashing with his gorgeous and slightly self-conscious smile.

“No,” I said and promptly burst into a fit of laughter.

Dane buried his face against my neck again and laughed with me, deep and rough and beautiful.

I turned my head and kissed his temple. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. That was amazing.”

He lifted his head again and his smile was gone. Only intensity remained. “Yeah, it was.”

I dragged my hand down his bare chest, over a pierced nipple, and slid my thumb over it, making him suck in a breath. “I think next time we should do it without our pants on.”

His eyes stayed locked on mine, and they somehow got even more intense. “Yeah? You sure about that?”

“Yes.” I slid my hand down his smooth inked skin, over his hard stomach, and he shuddered. “We’ve waited long enough for each other.”

His eyes were locked on mine, and I could see the tension, the heat. There was no missing it. “You’re in pain. I can see it on your face.”

His stomach tightened under my palm. “Just watched you come, Eves, after rubbing up on your sweet pussy. Yeah, I’m in pain.”

My hand dropped to the button of his jeans, and I tugged on it. “The other night I didn’t get to see you. You felt amazing, but I want to see…I want to watch when you come.”

“Yeah?”

His voice was raw and tight and made me want to do this even more. I nodded, popped his button, and dragged down the zipper. I pushed on his shoulder and he rolled to his back.

I stayed on my side, looking down at him. “Pants down.”

His chest expanded sharply, and I watched in fascination as he shoved his thumbs down the sides of his jeans and boxers and did as I asked, pushing them below his butt.

It was my turn to suck in a breath. His cock was thick and long and hard, the head glistening as it lay against his muscled stomach. The piercing he had went through the head and came out on the underside. I moved closer to get a better look, plastering my front to his side.

“God, Dane, I’ve never…you’re so…” I dragged my hand down his chest, over the corrugations of his abs, loving the way they tightened as I slid over them and the hitch in his breath. “Beautiful.”

My eyes lifted back to his, and he was watching me. I thought I’d seen lust in his eyes before, but that was nothing on this. The intensity seared me to the soul.

“Touch me, please, Eves,” he said, voice tight with need and rough with hunger.

I curled my fingers around him, smooth soft skin over hot iron. “There’s no way I can hurt you?” I said, gently sliding my thumb over the ring through the end of his cock.

“No,” he choked. “I don’t mind it a little rough…”

“You like it like that?”

His jaw was impossibly tight as he dipped his chin.

I dragged my fingers down his length and back up, letting them catch on the sliver ring and tugging on it as I did. Dane groaned and bit out a curse. “Good?”

“Yeah…fucking good.”

I did it again and again, stroking him, giving him what he wanted. I made sure I caught his piercing when I came up, squeezing the head a bit on the upstroke. I watched in fascination as more precome leaked from him and he became impossibly harder, his cock darker, thicker.