Page 95 of Break the Barrier

Her eyes lock onto mine, and a smile lights up her whole face. “I love you, too, Logan Cash.”

I nip at her lips, holding her head in place while I deliver each punishing kiss. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me this is all real.”

“This is completely real.” Her eyes hold mine still, and they grow wet with tears. “So real that I’m terrified of losing it.”

“You’re not going to lose it.” I shake my head against hers,the heat of our bodies coming together and lighting us both on fire. “You’ll never lose me.”

A new determination lights her eyes, and she stands, looking over the blankets we’re on. “Lie back.”

Like an obedient man, I do, taking a moment to kick my boxers off all the way.

I lie there completely naked on the bed made of blankets, waiting for the woman who owns my heart and soul to do whatever she needs.

She takes her jeans off slowly, smiling slyly at me as she does, and I revel in the fact that she’s stripping herself of not just her clothes, but whatever walls she’s hid behind all these years. She’s not hiding anymore.

Next goes her bra, then her panties, and she comes to a stop right by me. “I’ve never done this before.”

“What’s that?” I ask in a hoarse voice. Just seeing her standing there naked, it makes me believe in fucking miracles.

“Felt the need to take charge.”

I can see it now. Just under her bravado is that sliver of fear that always lingers. I thought it was that she didn’t believe that we were real, but now I’m wondering what that bastard did to ever make her doubt herself.

“Come here, baby. Tell me exactly what it is you need.”

She stands over me, but then, shocking me, she climbs over my hips and straddles me, her core meeting mine and making me almost curse out loud. I grip her hips the moment I can reach them.

“I only need you,” she tells me right before she slides fully onto me. I groan loudly at the contact. It’s been way too long.

Thea refuses to sleep in the same bed as I do, even thougheach night we say good night, she looks at me longingly, like she doesn’t want to go into the guest room.

Because we don’t sleep in the same room, I have to sneak into hers and hold her each night, but she wasn’t ready to move past cuddling with my daughter just down the hallway.

So, it’s been a while, and with her little performance before this act, I feel like I’m about to blow my top with no hint of a warning.

For a few minutes, or seconds, but it feels like minutes, I let her lead, let her take control.

She moves her hips up and down, back and forth. Her nails grip my pecs, and I help move her along with my hands still on her hips. Her head tips back, and she moans, and that’s about the point where if I want to ensure that she comes, I need to move us a little.

Without warning her, because where is the sexiness in saying I’m about to lose it like a teenager if we don’t move, I sit up.

Her shocked eyes hold mine, and she smiles at me before pressing her lips to mine, drawing out the kiss and making me damn near woozy.

I encourage her legs to wrap around my waist, and I hold her to me tightly, my fingers moving to her center to rub right where she needs me too, but I’m not sure she needs that.

The forced proximity of our position feels damn near explosive, and I take charge of moving her hips and controlling the movements while she clings to me like she never wants to let go.

I never want her to let go.

I hold her close, letting her ride out her orgasm, and we come together without warning or pretenses.

Our breaths pant out together and still, we hold each othertight, her arms wrapped tightly around my head, my hands on her back and in her hair, my face resting on her chest with my mouth placing gentle, lingering kisses on her breasts as we come down.

And fuck, it’s damn near perfect.

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