Page 34 of The Secret
“I missed you,” I gulp out.
He groans, pulling me into a warm hug. “God, I missed you too. You have no idea.”
He pulls back and trails his hands down the front of my shirt, his fingers brushing my nipples. He cups my breasts over the fabric, thumbs skimming over the exposed curves. His face is serious, as he stares down stroking my stomach gently.
“I want to see you pregnant with my children,” he says, and my insides drop through the bed and several stories below.
“Oh crap, did I say that out loud?” He closes his eyes like he’s in pain. “I did, didn’t I?”
I laugh-gasp at him. “Did you mean it?”
“Of course, I meant it,” he growls. “I’m crazy about you, Liss, ever since that first day …” He swallows hard. “Those mischievous eyes laughing at me when you tried to talk me into taking off my shirt—I’d never met anyone like you.”
I’m so weak I could crumple onto the bed.
Stroking farther down, his fingers brush my sex, and I do collapse forward. My forehead lands on his chest, and he laughs, hand invading my hair to hold me as his long fingers delve in, finding my nub and dancing over it, slipping on wet skin. He groans, pulling my head back as his lips find mine, and his cock presses into my stomach.
“I want to touch you,” I moan into his mouth.
He pulls back, laughing. “I’d come in seconds if you did that.”
Leaning back, he undoes my last button, and my breasts swing free. He bends his head down to nuzzle my shirt to one side, taking an erect nipple in his teeth. His hand between my thighs moves, exploring, and I push my hips forward.
“How many times are you going to come for me, hmm?” He slides a long finger in deep, and my breath whooshes out as tingles travel down my legs. Hooking into me, he presses upward and finds a spot that makes everything tighten up.God.Small circular movements. I gasp, wobbling as I try and find my center, but he’s having none of it, his touch is relentless. I want him filling me, the stretch and the pressure.
“Please, Dan, please, I need you inside,” I whisper, and he groans into my breast, sinking his teeth in as he plays with my nipple. A beat goes past. One. Two. And a shiver rolls through me.
“Fuck this,” he says, and he leans over the bed and snags his shorts, pulling a packet from his pocket and ripping it with his teeth, then rolling the condom down as he squeezes the tip. He swings around behind me, and …oh God… the roughness of his legs brushes the inside of my thighs, the softness of his pubic hair and the hardness of his length against my ass before he widens his knees. I tip forward but his hand on my stomach stops me.
“Like this,” he mumbles into my shoulder.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Cock in hand, his fingers find my entrance and he pushes forward, sliding in my wetness.Not quite the right angle. I shimmy my hips but his hand clamps harder on my hip.
“Stay still, woman.”
It makes me giggle, and he stills. I turn my head and kiss the side of his.
“I love your cock,” I mumble, and now it’s his turn to laugh.
“You’re filthy.”
Then we’re giggling like a couple of teenagers as he kisses my hair, hand and erection poised between my legs, pushing a little as my entrance stretches and gives and …Oh yes. I groan and he moves from one knee to the other like he can’t wait, hand stiff on my stomach and suddenly I want more.
“Hard,” I gasp.
“What?” He presses in a little and my muscles flutter. That’s sogood.
“Go in hard.”
“Jesus, Liss, don’t say things like that …” But he grabs both my hips and pushes in, and I tip forward with the force of it, but he flattens me back against his big body. A long rumble reverberates through him and into me as he presses up tight, buried deep, stretching me, all the way in.
“Oh yeah,” he says, rubbing his forehead over my shoulder. “Yes, yes.Fuck.”
I’ve no idea what comes over me—perhaps it’s that he’s clearly losing it too. “Fuck me,” I say.
He wraps one arm around my chest and one around my hips and starts to thrust hard, releasing a litany of filthy words that sends heat burning up my legs.
