Page 84 of Riding Bare

When his hand leaves me, I whimper, feeling the loss of him like a living, breathing thing. I want him inside me, though, and I know this is the only way for that to happen. He reaches down, curling his fingers around the backs of my thighs before he stands us up and then gently guides me down on the futon.

Once I’m on the bed, he takes a step backward and strips out of his clothes. I shimmy off all of mine as well, tossing them on the floor. I spread my legs like the wanton woman I am. I need him inside me. I need to feel him. I’ve missed it. I’ve been without him for far too long.

Amos climbs onto the futon between my legs. He’s on his knees, his muscles and tattoos on display for my eyes and viewing pleasure. Dragging my gaze down his torso, I stop at the sight of his rock-hard cock.

He curls his fingers around his length and begins to slowly stroke himself. Once, twice, three times. My body trembles as he begins to move his hand along his length. I can’t do anything but watch him. I’m not even sure I’m breathing.

When he releases himself, he reaches for the backs of my thighs and widens my legs, moving his body closer to mine and aligning himself with my center. Slowly, he sinks inside my body, keeping a firm grip on my thighs as he widens them, but is careful not to press his body against my belly.

He doesn’t move immediately. He stays buried deep and still inside me, his eyes on mine, locked in on me and nowhere else. I curl my fingers around his biceps as I hold on to him.

His muscles flex beneath my fingertips, and I can’t hold back the shiver of desire that flows throughout my entire body. I need him to move. I need to feel him. And then he does. He moves. He pulls out almost completely and then slides back inside.

Amos fucks me, but it’s different than the other times. He’s methodical. His eyes don’t leave mine, he consumes me, and the way he moves inside me is almost otherworldly. I feel as if I’m hovering above us, watching everything. Seeing him move inside me and bringing me higher and higher, so damn close to the edge, ready to leap over a second time. I can’t believe this is real, that this is my life. Then his thumb touches my clit, and I gasp. Then he does it again, and I’m brought to the edge, so damn close that I’m ready to topple over.

“Tell me, Chassis.”

I can’t think. I move my head from side to side, trying to stay coherent, which is difficult at this point because my body is about to explode. I am so damn close.

“What?” I ask breathlessly when he doesn’t continue.

“Tell me you love me, sweetheart.”

“Amos?”

My eyes focus on his. Somehow, my body comes down from its high, although he doesn’t stop moving inside me and his fingers do not stop rubbing delicious circles against my clit. I cannot believe this is happening right now. I can’t even think.

I am so frazzled.

But then the words come out, because they’ve been on the tip of my tongue for days. Days. And days. Maybe even months. Maybe even the moment I first laid eyes on him.

“I love you, Amos. I love every part of you.”

And I do.

CHAPTER

SIXTY-FIVE

DARE

Futon’s fucking suck goddamn ass. But lying next to the woman I love, after she’s told me she loves me, doesn’t suck in the goddamn slightest, especially after I’ve had one orgasm and she’s had two.

Gathering Chassis in my arms, I haul her against my side and dip my chin slightly to touch my lips to the top of her head. Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath, taking all of her in and just welcoming the moment. She is here with me. Lying beside me. She is real and alive and safe.

Then she lifts her head, and her eyes meet mine. “Amos,” she murmurs.

“Yeah?”

Her lips curve up into a smile. “I missed you.”

“Missed you more than is probably healthy, sweetheart.”

My fingers glide up her back, to the nape of her neck and the back of her head, gripping her hair there. I tug gently before I slide them down her back again and let out a heavy exhale.

Her eyes are still on mine. Then, without a word, she crawls over me, straddling my lap. She places her palms against my chest and looks down into my eyes, her hair falling around us like a curtain.

The best goddamn curtain I’ve ever been party to.