knees.
She shivered. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her as he slid home.
Pure strength facilitated long, slow thrusts as he gripped her waist. He leaned in.
Bailey met him halfway.
The kiss was nearly her undoing. Tender yet hungry. Patient yet desperate. It spoke to her soul in ways words couldn’t. It said he was hers and she was his. It validated months of lusting after him, years of craving what she thought she couldn’t have, a lifetime spent needing this very thing. It delivered redemption and sought absolution, all in an embrace that had nothing to do with had been before them and everything to do with what might be between them.
He broke away far too soon.
With her hands laced behind his neck, her gaze slid down their bodies. She watched their coupling, watched his slick cock slide in and out of her as his abs flexed and released with exquisite control. His corona raked across her G-spot. A sense of fullness and pressure settled low in her pelvis. An uncontrollable shiver raced through her.
“I need you to see me.” His voice quavered with something she didn’t recognize.
“I do see you.”
“Really look.”
She lifted her eyes to meet his.
He paused, holding her tight against him, buried to the hilt. “I love you, Bailey.”
Hope, so elusive only moments ago, came forward on the breath of promise. There was so much she wanted to say, but one thing mattered above all else. “I love you, too.”
Griff closed his eyes, and his mouth thinned.
“You okay?” She punctuated the question with soft kisses.
“So damn lucky. I never thought...” A hard shudder wracked his frame. “Never thought I’d end up here, with someone to love, someone who loved me in spite of what I am. With you.” Steady thrusts replaced words.
A shaken breath threaded through her chest. “You’re so much more than what you see.”
He shook his head.
“Yes, Griff.” She gripped his chin. “Look at me. Really look.”
All movement stopped. His eyes fluttered open, and he took her in.
“What do you see?”
“I see you.” His voice, tight with emotion, broke. “Just you.”
“And that’s what I see when I look at you. Any transgressions you think you have are gone. They aren’t part of this, of us, unless you put them in our way. You’re the man I love. That’s enough.” She watched understanding pass through him, deliberate and unhurried.
“But—”
The only way to reasonably silence his self-doubt had her pressing her lips to his. Instinct took over. Rocking her hips, she slid up and down his length. Not as smooth as he’d managed, but she got what she wanted when he began to move.
An appreciative moan escaped her, and he swallowed it down. A symphony of love’s sounds filled the elevator—skin on skin, heavy breaths, whispered encouragements, words of passion.
Her need to feed rose. What she was sought his prana as orgasm became imminent. His neck became her fulcrum, and she pulled against him to meet his pounding thrusts. She pushed him to near-violence, encouraging him with her own fervor and demanding he hold nothing back. The first flutters in her pelvis stole what remained of her control. The first wave of release crashed over her. Spread through. Burned her alive. She screamed his name.
Bailey thought she might shatter in his arms. He held firm, kept her whole and followed her into depths of pleasure she’d never known. She fed from him as he fed from her. Knew him with an intimacy that had been lacking before.
He pulled her closer as they came down, nuzzling her neck. “If this is what we have to look forward to? I’m so in.”
“For the long term?”
“Forever.”
She relaxed in his arms, the fissures of grief he’d caused healed. And their individual pasts? They’d conquer those together. But there was no rush. Not anymore. Because they truly had forever.
* * * * *
About the Author
From stable hand to a name on the door of a corporate American office, Denise Tompkins
She shivered. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her as he slid home.
Pure strength facilitated long, slow thrusts as he gripped her waist. He leaned in.
Bailey met him halfway.
The kiss was nearly her undoing. Tender yet hungry. Patient yet desperate. It spoke to her soul in ways words couldn’t. It said he was hers and she was his. It validated months of lusting after him, years of craving what she thought she couldn’t have, a lifetime spent needing this very thing. It delivered redemption and sought absolution, all in an embrace that had nothing to do with had been before them and everything to do with what might be between them.
He broke away far too soon.
With her hands laced behind his neck, her gaze slid down their bodies. She watched their coupling, watched his slick cock slide in and out of her as his abs flexed and released with exquisite control. His corona raked across her G-spot. A sense of fullness and pressure settled low in her pelvis. An uncontrollable shiver raced through her.
“I need you to see me.” His voice quavered with something she didn’t recognize.
“I do see you.”
“Really look.”
She lifted her eyes to meet his.
He paused, holding her tight against him, buried to the hilt. “I love you, Bailey.”
Hope, so elusive only moments ago, came forward on the breath of promise. There was so much she wanted to say, but one thing mattered above all else. “I love you, too.”
Griff closed his eyes, and his mouth thinned.
“You okay?” She punctuated the question with soft kisses.
“So damn lucky. I never thought...” A hard shudder wracked his frame. “Never thought I’d end up here, with someone to love, someone who loved me in spite of what I am. With you.” Steady thrusts replaced words.
A shaken breath threaded through her chest. “You’re so much more than what you see.”
He shook his head.
“Yes, Griff.” She gripped his chin. “Look at me. Really look.”
All movement stopped. His eyes fluttered open, and he took her in.
“What do you see?”
“I see you.” His voice, tight with emotion, broke. “Just you.”
“And that’s what I see when I look at you. Any transgressions you think you have are gone. They aren’t part of this, of us, unless you put them in our way. You’re the man I love. That’s enough.” She watched understanding pass through him, deliberate and unhurried.
“But—”
The only way to reasonably silence his self-doubt had her pressing her lips to his. Instinct took over. Rocking her hips, she slid up and down his length. Not as smooth as he’d managed, but she got what she wanted when he began to move.
An appreciative moan escaped her, and he swallowed it down. A symphony of love’s sounds filled the elevator—skin on skin, heavy breaths, whispered encouragements, words of passion.
Her need to feed rose. What she was sought his prana as orgasm became imminent. His neck became her fulcrum, and she pulled against him to meet his pounding thrusts. She pushed him to near-violence, encouraging him with her own fervor and demanding he hold nothing back. The first flutters in her pelvis stole what remained of her control. The first wave of release crashed over her. Spread through. Burned her alive. She screamed his name.
Bailey thought she might shatter in his arms. He held firm, kept her whole and followed her into depths of pleasure she’d never known. She fed from him as he fed from her. Knew him with an intimacy that had been lacking before.
He pulled her closer as they came down, nuzzling her neck. “If this is what we have to look forward to? I’m so in.”
“For the long term?”
“Forever.”
She relaxed in his arms, the fissures of grief he’d caused healed. And their individual pasts? They’d conquer those together. But there was no rush. Not anymore. Because they truly had forever.
* * * * *
About the Author
From stable hand to a name on the door of a corporate American office, Denise Tompkins
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