Page 48 of From the Embers
Her breath caught as I stroked her lip with the pad of my thumb, and her thick lashes fluttered.
“I need to hear you say it first though.” I pressed my lips to her temple, her cheekbone, her jaw.
“Eason, just tell me what you want to hear.” She paused and the sexiest hum vibrated through her to my mouth. “I’ll say anything.”
“That’s not how this works, Sug.”
Her brow pinched, and momentarily, her focus returned and her beautiful, green eyes searched mine. “Excuse me. Sug?”
It had been spontaneous, but now, I was convinced that the name fit her even more. “Short for Sugar.”
A life-changing bellow of laughter erupted from deep in her chest. “That’s rich, Eason. Why Sugar? You’ll never find a person on Earth who’d describe me as sweet.”
“Good,” I easily replied. “Then you can save all that sweet for me.”
Her face relaxed and her chin tipped higher as she reached out to me. Slipping my hand behind her head, I paired her mouth with mine.
If I’d thought working her up and pushing her buttons to get a rise out of her around the house had been fun, I’d been sorely undershooting the enjoyment I could have with her in other ways. Ways that had her quickly sitting up and ripping the borrowed tee off, revealing no bra and modest cotton panties.
When she caught me appraising her as I tugged and kicked my sweats off, she glanced down at her underwear and apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think that… I’ll just take them—”
I swatted her hand away. “Don’t you dare.” And because I couldn’t resist, I cupped one of her breasts and captured the other with my mouth. “Let me work for it,” I said against her soft skin. “Besides, no matter how badly I want to just…” I couldn’t find the words and hissed through my teeth as she arched into my touch. “God, I want to work your gorgeous body over so fucking hard—soon.” I kissed the space between her breasts, across her collarbone, and up her neck to her ear before finally resting my forehead against hers. “But I’ve waited too long not to take my time.”
Chin to chin. Eye to eye. She said the words I’d wanted to hear at the beginning of all this. The words I’d needed to hear straight from her mouth. Not only because I respected her, which I wholeheartedly did. But I desperately needed to know what I was feeling was mutual.
“Eason, I want you. Please.”
The magic words.
Boy, had I talked a good game about going slow. But in practice, it was monumentally more challenging.
I kissed and sucked my way up and down her body. My cock ached to find its way inside her.
But not yet.
Not until I had tasted every fucking inch.
After unwrapping her like a candy and sampling the sweetness between her legs, her hands balling the sheets beside my shoulders, I nearly lost my mind.
Just before I tipped the scales out of my favor, she annihilated them altogether by rolling on top of me. “In my dreams, you said I wasn’t ready. But I’m ready, Eason. I’m so damn ready for you.”
She’d had dreams.
About me.
Fucking fuck, I could have come from that thought alone. “I don’t… have a condom or anything.”
“I trust you. I’ve always trusted you. We’re good. I’m on birth control.”
I wrapped my arms around her as she sank down on my cock with a sigh against my ear. For a beat, she remained completely still and then looked directly into my soul.
“There you are,” she said breathlessly.
It had been a long time, but it had never—ever—felt like that.
“I’m right here,” I replied, my head spinning. An intoxicating cocktail of pleasure and desire and need and purpose and sensation and belonging all at once hit my bloodstream. Lacing my hand through her dark hair, I gripped a handful and steered her lips to mine on a whispered, “You’re perfect. You know that? So fucking perfect.”
Slowly, Bree rose and fell. Taking me deeper with every swell and grind of her hips. She nipped at my neck and held on to me so tight that I suspected she’d left marks in places. Evidence I’d wear like a badge of honor.
And when she’d worked us both into a fevered knot of moans and flesh, panting against one another, I failed to resist the urge to take her.
Not that I hadn’t been right there with her the whole time.
It was that I needed to be the one to give it to her.
With an arm around her waist, I rose onto my knees and lowered her back to the bed underneath me, never breaking our connection. With her legs spread wide, I buried myself inside her and then shut out the world.
“Yes,” she praised. “Yes.”
Needing to feel her climax around me, I slipped my thumb between us and gently applied pressure to her swollen clit. The moment her body rolled into it, guiding me to what she wanted, I kept a rhythm with her until her back arched, her thighs trembled at my sides, and the words, “God, Eason. I’m coming,” filled my ears.
