The Wrong Gentleman

She sighed, and I took that as a yes as I pushed into her as far as I could go.

She cried out and her nails dug into my arms.

Shit. The pressure was almost too much, and I had to clench my jaw and shut my eyes to hold myself back. How had I thought I could ever let this woman walk away from me? I’d never known anything like her. Never felt someone settle in my core like she had. Never wanted to care for someone, to protect someone, as fiercely as I wanted to shelter Skylar from the entire world.

I exhaled, opened my eyes, and caught her watching me. She traced a bead of sweat from my forehead down my temple. I began to rock in and out of her as we stared at each other. Her blonde hair fanned out behind her, and her limbs were loose and warm. “You’re perfect,” I whispered.

She shook her head. “No one is.”

“Then you’re perfect for me,” I replied.

I folded over her, my chest against hers, our skin slick and sticky, and our mouths met. I couldn’t get close enough. Couldn’t possibly show her how special she was. I’d make it my mission to make sure I tried every day of my life.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I rolled to my back, ready to watch her above me. She pushed up on my chest and took my cock deep into her, as I pressed my thumbs below her hip bones. “Promise me you won’t stop fucking me when we get to London,” she said as she lowered herself onto my dick.

I could barely get my words out. “I promise. I’ll never stop.” As if she’d have to convince me.

She tipped her head back, giving me a view of her throat, then down to her perfect, ripe breasts, her dusky pink nipples, straining and desperate under my glare. How could she think I’d be able to stop? I’d never stop wanting her. But it was more than that. She’d created a need in me that I’d never experienced before. It was more than physical. I needed the way her caring for people was second nature, her relentless practicality, her love of Celine Dion. Her hard armor and her soft center—I wanted it all.

Her breathing became more and more strained as she tightened her thighs and tilted her pelvis back. I slid my palm up her stomach, relishing the feel of her hot, smooth skin.

Jesus. I’d do anything for this woman. Couldn’t she see that? I gripped her waist and tipped her onto her back. “But I can’t cope with the teasing. Not if you want me to last.”

“I wasn’t teasing,” she said, her eyes wide and honest. “I just love the way you feel inside me. The way I’m so full of you.”

She always knew exactly what to say. I groaned and rammed into her. “Like that?” I asked, unable to hold back any longer. All my muscles engaged as if I’d been trekking under the Afghan sun for days. I was spent, but knew I had to keep my focus on the goal.

“Yes!” she cried. “Just like that.”

“I can’t stop. With you, I just lose control,” I said. That summed up my reaction to Skylar in every sense. She was the only woman who tore through half of my defenses and made me want to surrender the rest. She was the only woman I’d ever considered adapting for, the only one who made it impossible not to. She changed e

verything. I’d move to Ohio if she asked me to. I’d give up my job, my life in London. I’d do anything if it meant being with her.

My orgasm rumbled in the distance, setting a warning spark across my skin. My muscles continued to ache as I kept pressing into her. I drew up her knee, desperate to get deeper, to push her further. I wanted us to reach the same place. To exist in the same sense of bliss at the same time.

She whimpered and began to chant my name.

She arched her back, pressing her breasts against my chest as her orgasm caught her breath in her mouth and made her eyes water as she looked at me: hope, happiness and understanding in her gaze. Her expression pushed through my body’s last defense, and my orgasm tunneled up my spine, meeting hers with a vengeance.

“I love you, Skylar,” I choked out as my orgasm continued to course through my body, setting my blood on fire and muscles into spasm.

I kept my gaze fixed on hers as we both floated back down to earth. She smoothed her palm across my face. “I love you, too.”

I collapsed over her, still not ready for a single part of her not to touch me. I couldn’t imagine a time when I wouldn’t feel the same way. It was as if she were a part of me, and without her, there would be some element missing. I wanted to stay connected with her—physically, mentally, emotionally—forever.

She lifted her head and pressed her lips to my shoulder. I rolled to my back and tucked her into my side.

I’d love this woman forever. I was as sure of that as I’d ever been of anything in my life.

Epilogue

Skylar

I released the swinging door and stepped out into the fresh autumnal breeze of Holborn, London, and glanced down at the paper I was clutching and tried yet again to make sense of the scores.

“Skylar!”

I turned to see Landon trying to wave from across the street but juggling coffee cups.