Page 96 of CHOICE Lover
Not this again.She leans back, but he grabs her neck before she can retreat. “I wouldn’t trade a second of you, Electra Lynch. Knowing you’d be here when I returned was the one thing keeping me tethered.”
Her heart squeezes. “I’m glad I can be here for you.” Her voice is breathy, and he must notice it too, because his gaze drops to her lips.
“I’m a mess,” he says.
Something about his vulnerability is like an aphrodisiac. “My mess?” she dares, reaching up to run her fingers through the silky hair at his temple.
A sad grin plays across his lips. “All yours.”
He pulls her toward him. The kiss is desperate, as if he’s drinking her in. His desire, his vulnerability, the intentional way his lips move all stirsomething deep inside her. Something aching and terrifying, begging for her surrender.
Leaning her back on the couch, he hovers over her. “I . . . I need to get lost in you. Is this okay?”
She wraps her leg around his, running her bare foot up his calf as she reaches for his waist, fisting his shirt to pull him nearer. “Very okay. But I think you can do better.” She smirks as his eyes momentarily widen.
When he realizes she’s teasing him, a grin erupts—still laced with sorrow, but with a cocky edge to it, as if he’s accepting her challenge. “If you get bored, please let me know.”
She giggles, watching transfixed as he reaches behind himself and tugs his shirt over his head. Her mouth goes dry as she takes in his sculpted torso.
He smirks. “I’ve seen you looking. Touch if you like.”
There’s only a split second where she wonders if he’s pretending she’s a manupartner. He must sense it because he takes her hand, pressing it to his chest. “Get out of your head. Stay here with me. I need you right now.”
“I’m here.”
“Good,” he says, trailing her hand down over the firm muscles. “Because this is real.”
Swallowing, she lets her gaze drop, following the path of her hand, which he guides down his abdomen, then lower. He pauses. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she agrees.
He sucks in a sharp breath of air as he moves her hand over his straining erection, pressing her hand into him. “I want you, Electra. Feel what you do to me.” He squeezes her hand, cupping it around his shaft, and she groans at the indecent way his hips roll, his lower abs flexing in a way that makes her mouth water. “Can I have you? Will you let me make love to you?”
31 – Life-Affirming Sex
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“Can I have you? Will you let me make love to you?” he asks.
She bites her swollen lower lip, nodding. Zorg, he wants to rip her clothes off and drive inside her so he can drown out his grief with the feel of her body. The feel of being so close to her. The ache in his chest and the comfort she gives . . . the desire she stokes inside him . . . it’s a dangerous cocktail.
The reckless feeling he gets every time she’s near tips him past his breaking point. That coy fucking nod. He presses her into the couch, trailing open-mouthed bites and kisses down the column of her throat. Then lower. As his teeth graze over the mound of her covered breast, she arches toward him. “Too many fucking clothes.” He quickly tugs her top off and tosses it aside. He does the same with her leggings, revealing the warm, smooth expanse of her thighs.
He sits back on his knees to take her in. She’s not wearing a bra. Only a barely-there pair of teal lacy panties sit low on her hips. He groans at the sight of her. “You’re so beautiful.” He runs trembling hands over her skin, eliciting a delicious shiver. Is he nervous? He clenches his fist.This is not the time to lose confidence.Make this about her, you animal. “Incredible.” He settles beside her, claiming her mouth once again as his hand trails over her ribs, down her stomach, and lower. “I’m eager to kiss you here,” he slips his fingers inside her panties, “but I’m afraid if I taste you, I’ll finish too soon and I need this to last.”
“Next time,” she says, whimpering as he grazes her clit.
Encouraged, he steadily increases the pressure, drawing circles, then spelling out his name. When he finishes the 6, he slides his finger lower and dips into her wet heat.
“Did you just spell your name?” she asks, gripping his bicep as he pumps into her.
“Mmmhmm,” he hums into her neck. “Mine,” he growls, stealing a line from one of the books he read, partly for dramatic effect and partly because he sure as fuck means it. It earns him a giggle. “No laughing during sex,” he scolds. When his finger curls forward, her neck arches back as she groans in pleasure. That sound has his cock twitching.
“Tell me what you need, Electra, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I need more.” Her words come out as a whine this time.
She sighs as he adds another finger, stretching her. Curling them, massaging until her breaths are shallow gasps. He watches her eyes squeeze shut and the first of the tremors start. “That’s it. So good,” he praises.
