I stopped when I was hovering somewhere above his waist and with one hand I peeled the cover away from him. He was completely naked under there and when I saw just how hard he was, when I felt him pulsing hotly underneath my palm, I made sure he saw my smile.
“Why are you doing this?” he whispered.
“Because I don’t mind being a fool,” I answered slyly. “And I want to make you come so hard, you’ll be begging me to stop.”
I caught the widening of his eyes before I grabbed his cock firmly and eased it through my wet lips into my mouth.
His moan was immediate, so I took that as a good sign. I continued for a bit, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, working my tongue along the ridge, when he gasped and grabbed me up my arms.
“Stop,” he said through his heavy breathing. “You’re always first.”
With raw passion, he flipped me over onto my back, my breasts jostling as I bobbed on the mattress. He went to town on me, eating me out until I came. I covered my face with the pillow, conscious of being in a motel, when he reached up and ripped the pillow away from my face. He continued and I cried out until I couldn’t take it anymore, his fingers digging into my ass and driving me forward into his face.
Seconds later he was peering down at me, wild lust in his eyes. “I need to hear you. Never hide that from me.”
“Don’t boss me around,” I answered, gathering my strength. I wasn’t done yet. I sat up and pushed him back onto the bed, then I hopped on him, already wet and throbbing. I made sure I rode him until it was obvious he couldn’t hold back anymore. I bit at his neck and earlobes and when he asked me to bite harder, I obliged, pleased at the mix of pain and pleasure I was giving him. He brought his thumb to my clit and started rubbing me and didn’t let go until I did.
I leaned back as he filled me up, feeling his cries, feeling everything inside me. I was whimpering, overcome with the feelings that were pouring through me and then the whimpering turned into shaking and I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. I couldn’t do anything but swim along with the current, the warmth that coated my body.
I lay forward, resting my head on his chest, my fingers tracing his tattoo. His heart was beating wildly beneath it, his breath was tired, hot and rushing out of his lungs. I tried to move so that he’d slip out of me, but he placed his arms around me and held me tight.
“Don’t,” he said gruffly. “I want to stay inside you. I don’t know how long I’ll have this.”
I raised my head and looked at him. His gaze was enthralling and I found myself lost in his eyes, lost in my feelings and in his.
“I want to be in you, be a part of you,” he went on, voice growing lower with each word until he was whispering. “Let me be that part.”
I smiled shyly and rubbed down at his chest. I wanted to reach in and soothe his heart. “You are a part of me Dex. You’re every part of me. Always have been. Always will be.”
He studied me with great intent, searching my eyes, searching my soul for signs of the truth. I returned the look. I wanted him to know that I meant every word of it. That and more that I didn’t even know how to express yet.
A smile slowly spread across his lips and I saw that glorious mix of teeth, dimples and crinkly eyes. He didn’t say anything, just smiled and held me tighter. I lay my head back down and he kissed the top of my forehead hard.
“I love you Perry,” he whispered, mouth moving in my hair. “I love you so fucking much. And I’m losing myself. I’m losing myself to you and I don’t care anymore because there’s never been a better feeling in the whole fucking world. I love you. So much. Too much. Always.”
My heart swelled at his words until I thought my ribs weren’t big enough to contain the feeling. I thought it might spill out of me and never come back. So I let Dex hold me as the night went on. His arms stayed wrapped around me, keeping me together, keeping me to him as we slowly succumbed to sleep.
I had never felt so safe.
I had never felt so terrified.
Acknowledgements
Much thanks to Elizabeth Henze, Matt Schiariti, and Amanda Polito for their last-minute editing work on this baby. Also, have to thank my fabulous beta readers, Kelly St-Laurent, Emmy Franke, Megan Caffery and Janice Pia for their enthusiasm and feedback as I spoon fed them this manuscript, chapter by chapter. Of course I wouldn’t have readers if I didn’t have such amazing book bloggers such as the one and only Maryse, Megan from The Book Asylum, Kristen from Seeing Night Reviews, Laura Moore from Little Read, Kara from Great Imaginations, SupaGurl Heather and Reading in Winter’s Kristilyn for all your love and support! I know I’m forgetting a bunch of others, so if you’ve read and EIT and told your friends about it, this book is for you!
Oh, and I should thank Scott MacKenzie for cooking, cleaning and doing everything short of dressing me as I neglected him, myself and the world while trying to get this book done. It’ll be worth it, baby!