Page 58 of P.S. It’s Always Been You
“No,” he says, tossing his shirt to the floor, kicking off his jeans.
“Why not? You always liked my mouth.”
“I fucking love your mouth, but Presley, I need to be inside you, and I need it now.”
I shudder from the heat, from the savage need. “Then fuck me and make love to me.”
He moves beside me, his mouth grazing across my earlobe as he whispers, “Honey, I’m clean.”
“Me too. I’m on the pill.” I scoot up the pillows and he moves back and hikes my leg up, opening me. “Just like that. Fuck, just like that.”
I shiver, waiting, and in that span of seconds where his eyes drink me in, scanning my whole body, I burn hotter for him. “Please.”
“I just need to look at you,” he says, practically gasping at the end of his sentence, like he can’t believe I’m here with him, naked and waiting and needy. “You. Just you.”
Then he’s pushing inside, only there’s no push involved. It’s all slide. A delicious, intense slide. I’m so ready for him that he fills me in no time, and when he’s seated all the way, there’s a moment when we both stop breathing.
When life becomes distilled down to this instant.
To me, to us, to the togetherness of us in bed again.
This connection.
“Take me, Hunter.” I know what he wants. He wants to have me. He wants me like I’m his adventure, his journey, and I want to be the path he explores. Even if it means I’ll be alone when it’s over. It’s worth it for this perfect moment.
He moves, slow and luxurious like he’s rediscovering me. Then a little faster, like he’s found a rhythm, and the pace is so delicious it sends shock waves of pleasure to my belly, to my breasts, between my thighs. I am electric everywhere. I feel amazing in every cell.
As he rocks inside me, deeper and farther, I’m nothing but sensation, nothing but white-hot bliss as he finds just the right angle. Then he slides his hand between my legs, and I cry out.
He’s murmuring my name and calling me “honey,” and there are other words, words like fuck and yes and come for me and you, you, you.
He says that last one like he still can’t believe I’m here falling apart beneath him.
But I am falling into beautiful pieces as the man I once loved madly, the man I still want deeply, turns my body inside out in a way only he can.
It is utterly annihilating to have one person who can do this to you. But he can and he does, and maybe I do it to him too, because in seconds, as I squeeze his firm ass and I hook my ankles tighter around his back, my bare heels digging into those gorgeous cheeks, he loses his control.
It’s fantastic, the squeeze of pleasure. The exquisiteness of his desire. The way his eyes shut, his mouth parts, his breath falls.
He’s gorgeous as he comes for me, in me, because of me.
So gorgeous that I don’t care about anything except kissing him senseless and touching him, feathering my hands up and down his body.
When he’s hard again a little later, I take him in my mouth, thrilling at the velvet feel of his erection as I draw him in, having a field day with his body until he lets go in a string of filthy curse words.
We flop next to each other, spent, exhausted, and sated.
“Come with me tomorrow night,” he says, running his fingers down my cheek.
“Where?”
“I have to go to this gala. My mom and Vik invited me. A fundraiser. I want you with me.”
“Is that so?” I ask playfully as my hands travel down his chest, toying with the fine dusting of hair.
“Yes. You belong with me.”
“Do I?” I shiver at his possessiveness.
He props his head in his hand, his brown eyes brimming with passion. “You do. Say yes. Go with me.”
“Yes.”
He kisses me again, soft and tender, and it feels like he’s thanking me for being his date.
He doesn’t need to thank me.
I want to be his.
And that terrifies me.
He pulls me closer and tells me he can’t wait for tomorrow night, and that he doesn’t want this time with me to end.
I don’t either.
Somewhere between the sweet nothings and We need to talk about this and What does this mean and I’m leaving again and I want to see you as much as I can and How will we do this and I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, we fall asleep.
In the morning, he shakes me awake.
“You’re so damn sexy, you made me forget what I came here to tell you last night. You seduced me in your pajamas, and everything else fell out of my head.”
“My jammies are pretty smoking. I can see how they’d induce temporary amnesia.”
