Page 29 of Game Over
Her head rolled back as she started to pick up the pace, forcing her palms into his as she braced for leverage. “Oh, I, ah, feel’s so good…”
He’d been teetering on the edge ever since she sheathed him, but he’d never let go until she did. Her pleasure meant more to him than… anything. Taking care of her, giving her what she needed, was his job now and he took it seriously.
Her pace was frantic as she built up to her release, but he bit his lip, clenching her hands, trying like hell to control his reaction to her. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever been with, the love of his life, loving him in a way he’d fantasized about for years, so holding on was torture, but letting go before she had was unthinkable.
When she was finally spent, she leaned over, finally releasing his hands as she kissed him so passionately he could have sworn he’d fallen in love with her all over again. Damn. This girl was his one weakness, yet loving her only made him feel stronger.
“Get up,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “Toss the blanket on the floor over there.” He wanted her flat on her back, his body poised over hers. It was finally time for him to have his way with her.
She smirked before doing as she was told.
Harper was too feisty to take orders from him outside of the bedroom, but she’d never minded indulging him behind closed doors and he loved that. Everything he said and did when they were intimate was with one goal in mind: her pleasure. And she knew that.
She was lying flat on her back in front of the fireplace when he braced his hands on either side of her head. Her hair was fanning out around her face and the flames were dancing across her flushed skin, while her legs parted to welcome him, making his fantasy come to life.
He wanted to tell her that he loved her, that he’d always loved her, but the words got stuck in his throat. He was scared. Most people thought he was fearless, but there was still one thing in this world that terrified him: being rejected by Harper.
“You want me?” His voice was gruff, buried by all the words he was trying to hold back.
She nodded, biting her lip, as her gaze travelled down his body. “So much.”
“Show me.” He wanted to hear it. Feel it. Know, without a doubt, how much she wanted him.
She reached between them, guiding him to her entrance as her gaze trapped his. “I want you so much, Deke. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
His heart swelled, knowing she was speaking the truth, sharing her heart with him. Claiming her body was amazing, but stealing her heart was his end goal. “Then take me, sweetheart. Make me yours.”
He’d been hers long before she came back to town. He’d been hers every time he slept with another woman and bailed in the middle of the night. He’d been hers every time she crept into his fantasies and got him off. He’d been hers every time he thought about her, and felt that crushing sense of loss that made it difficult to breathe. Hers. Always hers.
She watched as he sank into her, mouthing the word, “Mine.”
His heart clenched at the same time she clenched him. There were only three words he wanted to hear Harper whisper more than mine and his gut told him they were dancing on tip of her tongue, waiting for him to draw them out.
His thrusts were deep and purposeful, locking her down a little tighter with every stroke. He hadn’t forgotten what his girl liked. It was burned in his memory and now he used that knowledge to hit just the right spot to make her moan and whisper his name.
His name on her sweet lips while her body enveloped him, was the most erotic experience of his life, especially since they weren’t kids anymore. They’d both had other lovers. Too many for his liking but they’d found their way back to this moment, to each other, and she was reviving the part of him that died the night he told her it was over. She was making him feel whole again, like maybe the biggest mistake of his life didn’t have to cost him everything.
“This isn’t just sex,” she whispered, hooking him with a gaze so intense he could have lost himself in it.
He shook his head as he plunged deeper, imprinting his body on hers. “Never. It’s never just sex with you, baby.” I love you too damn much. He had to bite the words back, knowing it may be too soon. He just got her back. He wasn’t going to risk losing her again by pushing too far, too fast.
She tipped her hips back, taking him deeper. “Gimme me more, Deke. I want all of you.”
He was holding back, trying to make this last, but her quiet command unleashed something in him, making it impossible to restrain himself any longer. “You want all of me?” he demanded, clenching his teeth as he picked up his pace. “You sure about that? You don’t want me to hold back?”
“I want to feel you with every step I take tomorrow.”
“Jesus,” he groaned, dropping his head. His girl was killing him. Taking him places even she never had before, and he would have guessed that impossible.
His body took over when his brain shut down, but thankfully he still had the awareness to stroke her to completion one last time before he let go.
His conscience got the best of him before it was too late. He demanded on a ragged gasp, “If you need me to pull out—”
“No! Don’t. Please.”
He flooded her, his whole body jerking with pleasure, drowning in satisfaction and a release so forceful he thought he’d pass out. His heart was beating the hell out of his chest by the time he collapsed on top of her, trying not to crush her. “Jesus.”
Her laugh was shaky as her hands skimmed his back while she kissed his shoulder. “Um, yeah. That was crazy.”
