Page 79 of Into These Eyes

Grinning like a fool, I pick them up and head down the hallway, finding her shirt in a crumpled heap in front of our bedroom door.

I snatch it up and turn the doorknob, expecting to see her standing beside the bed in her underwear.

That’s where I want to find her, so I can peel off the final layers of her clothing and fully expose every inch of her incredible body.

But the room’s empty. Confused, I hurry over to the ensuite. Not there either.

Doubt sweeps through my mind, a mind that’s been trained to expect the worst from people. Has she changed her mind now that Anika’s safety barrier has gone?

Heart knocking like a demented hammer, I stride out of the bedroom, stop in the hallway and cock my head, listening.

Then a splash from outside catches my attention. I move, stalking toward the family room. The moment I enter, I freeze.

A lacy bra hangs from the sliding door’s handle. Relieved, I have a little chuckle to myself as I open it and step into the heat. Cheeky bloody woman.

Instantly, I spot her discarded underwear on the pavers near the shallow end of the pool. Damn it. She’s completely taken away my chance to undress her.

The water ripples and, on her back, she floats out from behind the potted ficus. Moving closer, I stop a few feet from the edge, transfixed. Her breasts float slightly above the waterline, her nipples pebbled from the cool liquid as she leisurely glides toward the steps.

Then she fully immerses herself. I wait, counting the seconds before she surfaces and faces. With our eyes locked, she ever so gradually rises. Water cascades over those perfect breasts and drips from her tight nipples.

And I’ve lost the ability to breathe.

As she takes the first of the steps, slowly revealing the curve of her slim waist, it hits me. This is a goddamn striptease. If I thought my cock was hard before, it’s fucking granite now. I remain glued to the spot, desperate to see the rest of this show.

A beautiful blush stains her cheeks when I meet her eyes again. She’s so fucking sexy my heart might stop, but she’s also so damn sweet and self-conscious, it might just burst instead. The fact that it’s still beating at all astounds me. But it is. And now it’s revving up to a thousand Ks an hour.

Because she’s taking the next step, revealing the swell of her hips, and her navel. I never knew a belly button could be such a fucking turn on until this moment.

My hands fist at my sides, desperate to touch her, but determined to let her finish this exquisite presentation.

When she takes another step, sunlight glistens on the water as it runs over her bare pussy.

My disappointment at not being able to undress her vanishes. Because holy fuck .

That’s my breaking point. I can’t keep away another second. Releasing an appreciative rumble from deep in my chest, I meet her at the edge of the pool and extend my hand, unable to keep my eyes from travelling up and down her incredible body.

Her cool, wet hand grips mine tightly as I help her the rest of the way out of the pool. She stands before me, dripping all over, her long dark hair slicked back from her face, fully exposed and vulnerable. It’s a poignant moment in my life.

“Christ, J. You’re stunning. So goddamn beautiful.”

Her blush deepens as I step closer, slowly raking my gaze from her feet to her eyes.

“You really like what you see?” she asks, her insecurities surfacing again.

Well, I can’t have that.

Reaching out, I cup her face and stare deep into the green I know so well. “I don’t like it,” I say, my voice rough and low, “I fucking love it. I love you. Every. Single. Part of you.” Then I grab the back of her head, fist her wet hair and crash my mouth over hers.

She groans, her fingers gripping my t-shirt over my chest, her tongue slipping and sliding against mine. We unleash on each other, but I’m careful not to cut her with my teeth. I don’t want to do anything that’ll dampen the passion flaring between us.

Barely able to draw another breath, I tug on her hair, breaking the kiss as her head falls back.

Trailing my lips and tongue over her throat, I taste the salt on her skin, feel the vibrations of her moans beneath my mouth.

When she arches her back, I kiss my way to a pebbled nipple. And suck it into my mouth. Hard.

She gasps, her fingers in my hair hanging on for dear life. Swirling my tongue, I release her long enough to scrape my teeth against that glorious, roughened texture before soothing it with my mouth and tongue.

“Oh, Gavin … yes …”

Christ . Her responsiveness, her wanting me with the same desperation I need her, literally brings me to my knees. Trying to rein myself in, I crush my face against her stomach and nip lightly at her smooth skin.

“What’re you doing?” she breathes.

Gazing up at her, she watches me through hooded eyes, her fingernails scraping deliciously against my scalp. “If I didn’t fall to my knees in worship, I wouldn’t be a man deserving of you.”

“You … you can’t say things like—”

Rocking her forward, I bury my face in her pussy and drive my tongue hard against her clit.

She almost tears my hair out by the roots as she jerks against my mouth, her gasps loud and primal.

Cupping those tight little arse cheeks of hers, I soften my tongue and kiss her the way I kiss her mouth.

Her hips move with me, her moans growing louder and louder until I worry the neighbours might hear her and decide to take a peek over the fence.

With one final lick, I rise to my feet and sweep her into my arms. Gripping my shoulders, she nuzzles into my neck as I carry her into the cool house. By the time we reach our bedroom, she’s nipping and tasting my skin the way she did the night I brought her home drunk.

Lowering her to her feet beside the bed, I make a dash for the ensuite. When I emerge with a towel, she’s already flung aside the covers, but instead of waiting where I left her, she’s standing at the foot of the bed.

I meet her there, taking in her damp, air-conditioned skin littered with goosebumps.

Draping the towel over her shoulders and back, I cup her head with it and try to get as much water out of her hair as possible.

While I massage her scalp, her cool fingers slip beneath my t-shirt and explore my heated skin.

“Hey,” she murmurs on a nervous little smile.

I grin back at her. “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Taking care of me again?”

“Always.” I kiss the tip of her nose and gently rub the towel down her back.

Whipping it away, she tosses it to the floor. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

She drags my t-shirt up my body, and by the time I yank it off and fling it away, she’s undoing my belt and turning me until my back is to the bed. Then she unbuttons my jeans and slides down my zipper.

As they drop to my ankles, our eyes lock. She strokes my erection through my boxer briefs, her other hand dipping beneath the waistband and cupping my arse.

“Fuck that feels good,” I say on a ragged breath.

Breaking our gaze, she glances down. “Mmmm. Looks like I’m not the only one who’s wet.” She gives me a wicked grin. “I think I should clean that up for you.”

My heart jackhammers. She can’t mean—

As she drops to her knees and drags down my underwear, I understand that’s exactly what she means.

Jesus .

With my entire body rigid, I watch her wrap her fingers around my shaft and draw my cock down until the tip hovers at her mouth. I think it might be the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.

Wrong .

Eyes on mine, her hot tongue licks that pre-come right from my slit. I groan, and as she pulls back a little, a thin string of liquid stretches between us, connecting us. Breaking it with a lick of her lips, she smiles.

“Delicious,” she whispers, then takes me into her hot mouth.

As she swirls her tongue around my swollen head, my fingers instinctively sink into her hair, my throat releasing a loud rumble of pleasure when she draws me deeper and begins to suck. “Ah, fuck, Jamie. Christ .”

I close my eyes, taking in every sensation while she explores my dick with her lips and tongue. I’m pretty damn sure she’s never done this before, but fuck , the way she’s working her mouth and hand in perfect harmony, she’s getting me way too close to the edge.

In an effort to get control, I snap my eyes open.

Bad idea. Because now I know why she positioned me with my back to the bed.

I’m staring straight at the full-length mirror attached to the closed door.

And what I see has my spine tingling. Jamie kneels before me, her perfect bare arse on display, her damp, tangled hair swaying with every bob of her head.

The sight of her, the feel of her … it’s too much.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, J.” I tug on her hair, trying to withdraw, but she’s not having it. Her grip on my shaft tightens and she takes me deeper, moaning around my dick. In an overwhelming rush, my orgasm rips through me and I empty everything I have into her sweet, beautiful mouth.