“I want you to put yourself in my hands.”
Ironic. He wanted her trust. She was asking for his.
He raised his hands in the air and sucked in a deep breath as she popped the button on his jeans and, with some maneuvering on his part, removed his clothing.
Then she splayed her hands against his chest, her touch warm and inviting. “Did you mean it when you said you’d missed me?”
In her voice, he heard the uncertainty as the sassy seductress warred with the woman who still felt used and left behind.
He twined their fingers together and pulled her onto the blanket. “I missed you,” he assured her. “Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you.”
She moistened her lips. “Me, too,” she admitted. “Even if it was just in my dreams.”
With his heart pounding hard in his chest, he leaned over her, his rock-hard e
rection poised at her moist entrance. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted to breathe. But he also needed to know she felt and desired the same thing.
“Dylan?”
“Hmm?”
“Show me how much you missed me, because I know I missed you,” Holly whispered, telling him exactly what he needed to hear.
He reached down with one hand, teasing her dewy folds, easing first one finger and then another inside her. She arched her back and moaned, and with a shuddering breath, he thrust hard and deep, entering her at last.
He was immediately clasped in her moist heat, her inner walls squeezing him tight. Both the physical and emotional sensations were stronger than any he could ever remember, and his pulse beat hard in his throat as he lost any semblance of coherent thought.
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As Dylan stilled inside her, Holly’s breath caught and she lay motionless, adjusting to his size and length, to the exquisite feel of him, hard and rigid inside her, where he belonged. She clenched him tighter, and the pulling sensation grew, spiraling and taking her to dizzying new heights.
He met her gaze and withdrew slowly, so she felt every hard ridge of his desire until suddenly she was empty and aching without him. “Dylan, please.” She arched, trying to pull him back inside her again.
“Happy to, babe,” he said and thrust with his hips, his hard erection filling her and making her whole once more.
She let out a sob of gratitude, unable to hide her emotions.
“Feels so right, doesn’t it?” he asked, his voice gruff.
She could manage only a low moan from deep in her throat.
He chuckled, but his body trembled, his control obviously stretched to the breaking point. So was hers. She lifted her legs, pulling her knees backward and drawing him inexorably deeper inside her body, until they were so close, she couldn’t imagine they were anything but one. And then with a groan, he released his tenuous control and began to grind against her, moving and pumping his hard body into hers.
Their connection was electric, their movements synchronized and perfect, as if they had an unspoken understanding of each other’s bodies and needs. Her fingers gripped his back as she gasped for breath, shuddering and coming closer and closer to coming apart. She didn’t think he could get any deeper, doubted she could feel any more emotion, when she instinctively hooked her ankles together behind his back. Locked in place, he rolled his hips against hers, grinding at the same time he found the perfect spot that made her body shatter from inside out. Her orgasm hit hard, and she rode it out to its conclusion, her climax wringing everything out of her.
Just then he took her off guard and shifted positions. She caught on and helped until he lay flat on his back and she was astride him. She hadn’t thought she could move or that another orgasm was possible, but when he shifted his hips beneath her, she changed her mind. The rhythmic rotation of his pelvis and the intimate contact of her feminine mound against his body had the contractions starting all over again.
“Do it,” he told her. “Make me come,” he said, his hands gripping her waist tight.
She did as he asked and took control, shifting her hips from side to side, lifting her body up and down over his, so he moved in and out at her whim. And it seemed that was what he’d been waiting for before he let himself go, too.
His orgasm was explosive, his body practically slamming upward into hers and making her peak a second time. But now she forced her eyes open and watched him as he came, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched and lost in shared pleasure and ecstasy, and it was all she could do not to cry and let her overwhelming emotions betray her.
He fell back against the floor, his hands still on her waist, as sated and exhausted as she. She collapsed against him, their breathing coming together in rapid gulps. His heart pounded against her forehead, and she swallowed hard, fighting back the feelings he’d inspired. The overwhelming love she felt for this man frightened her because she did still love him. Had probably never stopped.
He completed her, she realized now, and as he held her tight, she wondered if this moment together would be one of their last. Because he’d never be satisfied in Acton, the small town with its slow pace and lack of excitement. The town he’d happily left behind once before.
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