Page 456 of Face Off
“Look at me.”
Her face turns toward mine.
“Mírame, mi hada.”
Charm’s eyes hold mine.
“Tell me who is touching you.”
“You.”
“Who do you see?”
“You, Ryan.”
“Who do you want?”
“You.”
The answers arrive without hesitation.
“Who do you love?”
Her expression breaks open. “You. I love you.”
My control slips.
I drive into her harder, and Charm meets every thrust with her legs tight around my waist. The bed moves beneath us while Milwaukee burns through the blinds and every mile between our cities becomes irrelevant.
“I love you,” she says again.
The words leave her with each broken breath.
“I love you, Ryan.”
I close my hand around the side of her throat and keep her eyes on mine. “Say it until your body believes you’re allowed to keep me.”
“I love you.”
My thumb moves across her pulse.
“I love you.”
Her nails cut into my shoulders.
“I fucking love you.”
Her orgasm begins around me.
The first contraction grips my cock while surprise moves across her face. I feel everything she described during that single reckless call—the loss of rhythm, the involuntary tension, and the second when pleasure takes her somewhere words cannot follow.
“Don’t close your eyes.”
“I can’t—”
“Mírame.”
Charm looks at me while the climax breaks through her.
