“Plenty is swollen already.” His cock pulsed, and she felt an answering ache in her womb. “Will you move, sweetness? I’m dying—I might die here, and I’d accept it as my fate, but—”
“Help me.” His eyes shot open. “We need to do this together.”
His nod was solemn, as though he were finally taking something seriously.
The only thing he seemed to take seriously was her. She could grow accustomed to that.
His large hands bracketed her thighs, and he guided her into motion. “Like this. Roll your hips.”
She did as she was told—a rare thing, that—and sparks shot up her center.
“Unh, just like that, sweetness.” She felt his grunt in her core and repeated the motion, once, twice, until the rhythm became natural, fluid. He matched it with slow, gentle thrusts, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut while his hands flexed on her hips. “God,just like that.”
No, not like this. His body was coiled tight, the strain evident in the veins bulging in his neck, the clench of his teeth.
She paused at the peak of her arc over him. “Look at me.”
His eyes flew open, pupils blown wide. “Did I hurt you?”
“Far from it, but I’m about to hurt you.” His ruddy brows furrowed, and she leaned forward to lay a kiss at the crease between them. “You’re holding back.”
A quick shake of his head. “No, I mean, yes, but—”
She pressed her hand over his mouth. “This should be for both of us.”
Her fingers lifted one at a time until she dragged them through his hair, tugging just enough to make him hiss as his eyes fell closed. “I’m enjoying this,” he grumbled.
“If I flick your ear, you might detonate.”
“In more ways than one.”
“Focus, Garrett.”
His jaw ticked, but he opened his eyes, and a bit of the tension left his spine. “I am focused, too focused. I want this to be perfect, foreverythingto be perfect. For you.”
She nodded as tears burned in her throat. This man would be the death of her. “You make it perfect. When have I ever held my tongue about what I wanted?”
He cupped her cheek and tilted his head to the side. “When you didn’t tell me how much it hurt when you thought I was seeing another woman.”
Her breath caught. “True.” She turned to kiss his palm. “Do you trust me to be honest now?”
“Of course.”
“Then I want you to stop holding back. This is us, together.Finally.”
A sound remarkably close to a sob left his chest, followed by a moan. “Together, finally.”
She clenched her intimate muscles, and he moaned. “I want all of you, and I’ll give you all of me.”
His hands gripped her hips as his expression darkened, the hunger and desire so clear in his eyes, but something else pushed in as he thrust into her, pushing her higher and higher.
Arousal. Affection. Adoration.
Oh, hell, it was love. For him, she’d throw all her letters in a pile on the floor and mix them around until she found the poetry to describe her love for him. For once, words may be inadequate.
The pressure grew inside her, spiraling and straining tighter and tighter as it transformed into something sparkling and vibrant, furious and terrifying. Once it took her under, it would tear her from her moorings, throw her into a place where she had no choice but to give herself over to Garrett’s care.
But wasn’t that precisely where she wanted to be?
