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Our mouths meet again, this time not as frantic. Less frenzied and more focused. My head tilts back as he deepens the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue, and I wrap my arms around his neck, fingers sliding through his damp hair. I’m trembling hard and Eric pauses, pulling back.

“You’re cold. We need to warm you up,” he murmurs, curving his hands under my ass and lifting me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist and start kissing his neck as he carries me to the bathroom. My lips press against that sensitive spot behind his ear and I alternately swirl my tongue and suck there. Eric groans and, still holding me, leans over to turn the water on.

He steps inside the shower and the warm spray hits my back. Our mouths meet again and for a long moment, we kiss each other thoroughly. Enjoying the meeting of our lips, tongues and teeth. Absorbing and appreciating every single sensation. His hands squeeze and mold my ass and I can feel his cock pressing against my center. So hot and needy.

My hips grind down against him and when his fingers find my clit, I’m lost to his magical caresses. He slides a finger inside me, then another, working me, and soft, needy whimpers tear from my throat. I can already feel my orgasm barreling down on me, fast and powerful.

“Eric,” I cry, my inner walls spasming. I know I should be quiet, but it’s damn hard, so I bite down on his shoulder as the release roars through me, my hips bucking against his hand.

Steam fills the air and water falls around us as I sag against his chest, worn out and trembling with aftershocks. He murmurs something about getting protection, but I lift my head, clutching tighter to his shoulders, not letting him go. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”

“I’m clean,” he says, Russian green eyes searching mine. “But I’ll use—”

“No,” I interrupt. “I trust you.”

He nods, green eyes flaring brightly, and lifts me higher, positioning my wet entrance above his straining cock. Gritting my teeth, I slowly slide down his pulsating length, drawing him all the way in, as deep as I can. I’m so damn greedy for him, I can hardly stand it.

The moment our bodies connect, our gazes lock and something passes between us. Something indescribable and epic. Maybe it’s the fact that I do trust him now. Completely and without reservation. As he thrusts up, stretching and filling me, the last of my walls tumble down and turn to dust.

For the first time in my life, I hand my entire self over to another human being—body, heart, mind and soul. Trying not to get overwhelmed by this realization, I cling to Eric as though he’s the last safe harbor on the planet.

I’m not sure if anything feels differently to him, but I hope it does. He spins me around and my back hits the cool, wet tiles. With each thrust, he lifts me up and down on his steel length, and I gasp as he hits my sweet spot over and over.

My fingers dig into his flexing biceps and my head falls back, my body sliding up and down the wall with each powerful rock of his hips. His fingers find my clit, press with just the right amount of pressure and I shatter.

But instead of falling apart, it’s like I’m coming together. Coming together as one with him. I muffle a cry into his shoulder and he tenses then shudders, pumping into me a final time as he comes. He sags forward, caging me against the wall and breathing hard as the water pounds against his back.

As I open my eyes, he slides out of my body and sets me down on wobbly legs. He leans forward, kisses me tenderly, and I know I’m a goner.

I’m falling in love with Eric Finn. There’s no use trying to fight it and denying it would just be foolish. So, instead, I decide to throw caution to the wind and bare myself to him. It’s terrifying—I’ve never let myself be so vulnerable with a man before—but I know without a doubt it’s what I need to do.

Please be careful with me,I think.I can’t survive another heartbreak. Not from you.

As though he hears me, Eric brushes my wet hair back, eyes looking deeply into mine. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he murmurs then kisses me as I cling to him, knees giving out as he wraps me in a solid and powerful embrace.

For better or worse, I give myself over to him completely. And the last of my resistance washes down the drain.

Chapter Fifteen: Finn

After drying off and slipping on the terry cloth robes provided by the hotel, I wrap Ivy up in my arms and carry her to the bed. Everything between us is different, but in a good way. There’s an intimacy happening that I’m not sure how to describe. I’ve never felt a connection, a sense of belonging and trust, on this deep of a level with anyone before.

I know we’re both on the same page, too. I can tell by the way she’s touching me and the way she’s speaking to me. The look in her kaleidoscope eyes. Even the way she says my name sounds different. And she’s cuddling with me. I am definitely taking that as a big win.

“Ivy in the Sky,” I murmur, stroking a finger along her jaw then tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I think you’re finally giving in to me.”

“I am,” she says with zero hesitation. “For better or worse, I’m falling for the flyboy.”

I press a kiss to her temple and tighten my arms around her. “It’s for the better, sweetness. Glad you finally came around. Otherwise, I was contemplating flying you to a remote island somewhere and holding you captive.”

She chuckles and burrows down in my embrace. “Ah, there’s my charmer.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

“I’ve decided I just want you to be Eric Finn. The playboy, the charmer, the pilot, the protector, the gentleman and the amazing lover all rolled into one. I don’t want you to change. Be you. That’s all I want,” she says softly.

I swallow down the knot of emotion in my throat. “I can do that. I am a pretty likable fellow, huh? I knew you’d figure it out sooner or later. Took you long enough, though.”

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