Page 56 of Into These Eyes

Supporting her arched spine with one hand, I trail my other down her side until I find the swell of her braless breast. Sliding my thumb between our welded bodies, I locate the hard, puckered nipple, and rub.

Her fingernails scrap my scalp, and her heels dig into my arse, pulling me in hard as she grinds against the length of my cock. Fuck . She’s so much more than I imagined. Bolder, hungrier, sexy as fuck. Always surprising me.

My breaths ragged, I lift my mouth from her throat and lean away just enough to watch her tight little body writhe against my dick.

“Fuck, J … you’re so gorgeous … so unexpected.”

Her hooded eyes bore into mine before she drags my mouth back to hers.

Finding the bottom of her camisole, I slide my hand underneath, up higher until I’m holding the weight of her firm, silky breast. Gently pinching her hard nipple, a thrill surges up my spine when she gasps and bucks against my cock.

Her pussy’s a fucking furnace and I’m burning up right along with her. She’s so damn close, I can taste it on her tongue. Problem is, so am I. But if I can tip her over the edge first, the embarrassment of coming in my pants will be worth every second.

Wrenching my mouth from hers, I nuzzle her ear and groan, “Fuck, yes … Let go, J … give into it.”

I grab her hip and slow our rocking into a sensuous, inseparable rhythm.

“Oh, God … Gavin … yess … oh my God, right—”

Loud and shrill, her phone rings, vibrating on the countertop beside us.

We freeze. I know that ringtone. It’s her fucking boss. Again. But I’m not about to get angry at his interruption this time. He may not have done Jamie any favours, but he’s probably done me one by saving me from inevitable humiliation.

With my mouth still against her ear, I grumble, “Don’t worry. When I fuck you tonight, I’ll make you come. Over and over. I guarantee it.”

At her sharp inhale, I grab her phone and hand it over.

Pressing the phone to her ear, her eyes never leave mine as we try to catch our breath.

“Jamie … speaking,” she pants, her face flushed. “Oh, I was just … exercising.”

I grin at her, studying her expressions while she listens intently, her eyes roaming over me, until they fixate on my erection. Stiffening, a deep blush scorches her cheeks as her hand flutters to her mouth.

She’s seen my hard-on plenty of times, yet she’s never had that reaction. Looking down, I see why. There’s a lovely little damp patch on my trackpants, right over my erection where she rubbed her wet pussy. When my dick twitches, she lets out a sharp giggle, quickly disguising it with a cough.

“Of course, Eric. I’ll be there right away.” She hangs up and reluctantly slides off the countertop.

“I’ll make your coffee while you shower,” I tell her, reaching into the cupboard for her travel mug.

“Thank you.”

As she brushes past, I grab her arm, tug her close and kiss her swollen lips. “You’re welcome.”

After she leaves for work, I hop in the shower and jerk off, then do it all over again before she arrives home.

Getting my hopes up that I’ll finally get to claim her tonight is something I shouldn’t count on, but I’m sure as hell prepared.

I did, after all, guarantee I’d give her multiple orgasms. No fucking way am I letting her down by losing it in my pants like I almost did this morning.

Besides, she may have changed her mind for all I know. Earlier this afternoon she sent me a text explaining she’d be home later than usual, giving her only enough time get ready before we need to leave for dinner. Her concise message left no hint at the change in our dynamic.

She wants me , I remind myself. She did a pretty good job of showing me this morning.

As I head out of the bathroom, I freeze. Condoms . Shit. Do we need them? I know I’m clean. And I’m sure she is. But she won’t want to risk a pregnancy when she’s only just finished raising her sister. Would she bother with birth control if she’s not sexually active?

Fuck .

Because of soccer and then spending every spare moment with Mum when she got sick, I’d only had sex a few times as teenager, but always with a condom. The thought of sinking inside Jamie without any barrier has my dick stirring already.

I check my watch. No time. We’ll have to figure it out after the dinner.

Of all the nights I’ve spent here, tonight’s the first time I have permission to grab her and kiss her the moment she walks in the door. But I can’t.

We have a date.

Even so, I’m determined to find a way to drive her crazy, to tease her and turn her on so the moment we get home, she won’t be able to keep her hands off me. I’ve made her a promise, and I damn well intend to keep it.

From my room, I hear the laundry door close, then the clack of her heels in the hallway. I’ve shut my door, knowing if I see her, I won’t be able to control myself.

“I’m here,” she calls as she passes by.

“Just getting ready.” Rising from the desk, I strip off, then pluck the first and only suit I’ve ever owned from the wardrobe.

After buttoning the crisp white shirt, I struggle with the tie until I watch a few YouTube videos and finally get the hang of it.

Then I slip into the pants and deep blue matching jacket.

The colour intensifies my eyes, but I hate the feel of the tight collar around my neck.

But I suck it up, knowing I’d walk through fire to make her happy, so a little discomfort for a couple of hours will be a breeze.

Once I’m ready, I open my door and step into the hallway.

“Gavin?” she calls from her bedroom.

“Ready for me to book our ride?” I ask.

“Yes, thanks.”

I grin like a fool. Such a simple, domestic exchange of words, but damn if it doesn’t give me a thrill.

With my dress shoes feeling foreign on my feet, I stride into the kitchen and lean against the counter. Casually crossing my ankles, I click on the app, book our ride, and wait.

It’s not long before heels tap on the polished floorboards in the hallway. My heart thrums with sudden nerves and anticipation.

“Our ride’ll be here in—”

I can’t finish, because there she is. Her beautiful, expressive eyes widen as she takes me in.

She’s wearing a stunning forest green halter dress that hugs the curves of her waist and breasts, dipping low enough to show just enough cleavage to be respectable.

My gaze lowers to the gentle flare of fabric over her hips, flowing loosely to the tops of her knees, revealing those bare, toned calves.

Her auburn hair cascades over her arms in a mass of waves and curls. She’s elegant. Exquisite. Ravishing.

And I’m as hard as the stone I’m leaning against.

When my eyes lock with hers, she releases a ragged breath.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes, tentatively moving toward me.

I’ll take that as a compliment.

Stopping only inches away, she puts down her phone, then tiptoes her fingers up my tie before lifting my collar. Holding the tie’s knot, she frees the tail, slides it from my neck and drops it on the counter.

I swallow, wondering where she’s going with this. “Undressing me already?” I half joke.

“Just a little.” She undoes my top two buttons, folds the collar down and tucks it inside my lapels. Taking a step back, she examines her handiwork.

“Not too casual?” I ask.

Her eyes sparkle. “It’s perfect. It’s you .”

She’s right. This feels so much better, freer, like I can relax into my own skin again. How does she know these little things about me already?

“I don’t think there’ll be a single woman left alive after tonight.”

“Why’s that?”

“With you looking like this, I’ll have to fight to the death to keep them away from you.”

I grin at her like a total fool. “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?”

She moves in just close enough to brush against my chest. And my erection. “I think so.”

“You little tease.”

Her gaze dips to my throat as her finger traces my collarbone, sliding lower until it bumps into a button. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to ruin my makeup, but a careful, gentle kiss won’t hurt.”

I want nothing more, but I hesitate.

Her curious, worried eyes meet mine.

“I’m waiting for that damn phone to interrupt us.”

She smiles. “I’ve turned it off. And it’s staying off. All night.”

Well, fuck .

“That’s some message.” I grab her waist and pull her hard against my arousal, bending my head to meet her upturned face.

She rises on her toes, our mouths almost touching. “I believe you gave me a guarantee this morning. I wouldn’t want anything ruining that.”

Touching my lips to hers, I kiss her. Gentle and careful, the way she suggested. While I fight the urge to bend her over the countertop and take her right now, I marvel again at this sudden boldness she’s only revealed today.

“Do we really have to go to this dinner?” I whisper as I pull back a little.

“Unfortunately. But … we need to keep it professional. Although there’s no law that prevents lawyers getting involved with their clients, my firm definitely frowns upon it. It won’t look good for me if they know we’re living together, that there’s something … happening between us.”

I run my fingers up her spine, watching her eyelids lower with pleasure as her long hair flows like silk over the back of my hand. “There’s something happening between us?” I tease.

She jerks out of my arms, her fist clutching at her chest. “Oh, dear. It seems I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

“Get back here, woman,” I demand and pull her right up against me where she belongs. While those cheeky eyes smile up at me, I splay my hand over the cool, naked skin between her shoulder blades. “I’d never do anything to risk your career.”

She brings her hands up and cups my face. “I know. It’s probably more of a reminder for me rather than you.” Her eyes flick to my lips as her fingertips caress my freshly trimmed beard. “So soft,” she murmurs in wonder. “I can’t wait to discover how it feels in different places all over—”

A horn toots outside.

“Okay, cheeky woman,” I grin, “let’s get this over with.”