Page 81 of Into These Eyes

Emotion simmers in his gaze as he withdraws, then strokes all the way back in. “You’re … you’re everywhere, J. All around me.”

Then there’s no more need for words. We say everything with our bodies, our eyes and our lips.

Moving with slow, deliberate thrusts, his pelvis rubs against my clit in a perfect, slippery rhythm. As my breasts roll beneath his chest, the feel of all that naked skin and muscle pressing and sliding against me, forces me to just be in the moment.

Along with all the unfamiliar sounds of sex that are new music to my ears, our moans and ragged breaths fill the room, drawing me closer and closer to another orgasm.

Sensing it, he eases out of me and braces himself on his hands.

“Gavin?” I whimper.

“Getting too close.” Kissing his way down my neck, he palms a breast and brushes his thumb over my nipple. “And I want to see it all when you come on my dick.”

My face and body catch fire. Clearly, the more turned on he is, the dirtier his mouth gets. And I love it.

When he latches onto my nipple, I raise my head, wanting to see, too. I watch, fascinated by the way his cheeks hollow as he draws me in, the way his long eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. Catching me, he holds my gaze, runs the tip of his tongue around my areola, then flicks my nipple.

This time it’s me who groans, “ Fuck .”

Letting out a deep, rough grumble of satisfaction, he kneels between my spread thighs and rests back on his heels.

My gaze sweeps over him, taking in those muscled shoulders, the rapid rise and fall of his broad chest. And those lean abs leading down to that enticing line of dark hair partially blocked by his erection.

And, oh God, is it a sight. Shiny with my arousal, his cock stands tall and proud, veins bulging along the shaft, the bulbous head dripping. Before I can reach out and wrap my fingers around it, he slides his hands under my backside and hauls my arse up onto his thighs, spreading me wider.

“Look at you,” I say in awe, trying to figure out where to put my hands.

Leaning forward, he cups my face. “I’ve got nothing on you, J. I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

After giving me a long, slow, drugging kiss, he eases back, places his palms on the tops of my thighs and watches as he parts me with his thumbs.

I’m raw and exposed, but the way he’s looking at me with such rapture, I can’t help but grow hotter and needier.

“Christ, Jamie. You’re a damn angel in a sinner’s body.”

As I writhe beneath his steady gaze, he fists his cock, dragging it from my entrance to my clit, then back again before slipping the head inside. His fingers curl into my hips, and he rocks forward, sinking into me halfway.

Eyelids heavy, he finds my gaze locked on him. “That invisible thread that’s connected us from the start … now I can see it. And it’s fucking beautiful. The way you’re stretching around me. Seeing it and feeling it at the same time … Jesus … fuck .”

Fascinated, I watch him sink all the way into me, that line of hair below his navel like a goddamn arrow pointing straight to heaven. Placing his thumb on my clit, he drives into me, both of us taking in the joining of our bodies, both of us feeling the connection, the pleasure.

I’m getting close, and I know he is, too.

My breasts bounce around so much from the impact, I cross my arms beneath them and cup one in each hand.

“Christ, J. Touch your nipples,” he grinds out.

I do as he says, circling them with my thumbs, and when he copies the motion against my clit, I detonate.

“Oh, God, Gavin. Oh, fuck … yes! ” Ecstasy races through my body, all thoughts gone as I come apart around the one man I thought I would hate until my dying day.

Lurching over me, his rhythm lost, our gazes locked, I feel him swell inside my clutching walls.

A thunderous growl from deep within escapes his lips.

As I cup his jaw and he drops his forehead to mine, I feel the wonderful sensation of him pulsing inside me, emptying everything he has into me with his cock and his eyes.

Breath blasting, he collapses, burying his face in my neck, his heavy body crushing me in the most sublime way. Lying beneath him, I revel in the beat of his heart pounding against mine.

After a few moments, he pushes up on his elbows and gazes down at me with the goofiest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. And I smile right back, falling madly in love with him all over again.

Long and slow, he kisses me, and I drink him in, savouring this wonderful afterglow.

“Holy fuck,” he murmurs.

“Well, that says it all.”

He laughs, his whole face filled with a deep happiness that almost bursts my heart. Rolling us onto our sides, he pulls me in close, tangling our legs until our naked bodies are snug against each other.

As he presses sweet, loving kisses to my forehead, he asks, “You okay?”

“That all depends on what you mean by okay . I think you’ve broken my brain, but my body doesn’t seem to care. Or maybe it’s the other way around?”

He brushes damp tendrils of hair from my forehead with such tenderness my eyes prick with tears. “I need to know if I hurt you.”

I give him a cheeky grin. “You just want to know if you’ve got a big dick, don’t you?”

He throws his head back and laughs, his body shuddering against mine.

Taking me by surprise, he flips me onto my back and captures my wrists above my head.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want to know.

Now, woman, tell me … did I hurt you with my monster dick?

” With his free hand, he tickles my exposed underarm.

“Yes!” I squeal, squirming uselessly beneath his hard body until he stops the onslaught. “Yes, it hurt,” I say, catching my breath, “It hurt so good, I can’t wait to do it again.”

“You little hussy.”

Cracking up, we roll onto our sides again, his forehead dropping to mine as our bodies absorb every beautiful laugh that escapes us. When we relax again, he cups my face.

“I thought the happiest day of my life was the day you stepped into that caravan and told me you knew I was innocent. But this, right here, leaves that for dead.”

My heart beats hard as I slide my palm over his tattoo. “You say the most wonderful things.”

“You deserve the most wonderful things.”

“So do you,” I whisper.

“I’ve already got the most wonderful thing.” He kisses the top of my head and squeezes me.

“Stop it.”

“What? Don’t tell me I’m outdoing you on the compliments?”

“I’m too relaxed and tired and comfortable to try to one-up you right now.” Tracing the outline of his tattoo, I ask, “Tell me when you first realised you were falling for me.”

“That’s easy. It started in that awful tin-can. The day you told me I was innocent.”

“Because of the fantastic news I gave you?”

“No. Because that day, we met for the first time … as equals, with the truth between us. And it was how quickly you let me know, how you wanted to help me tell the world I didn’t kill anyone.

Considering the circumstances, that told me what an extraordinary person you were. But they weren’t the only reasons.”

My heart soars. I’d only been doing what was right, and he loved me for being me. Running my fingers through the sprinkling of hairs on his chest, I prompt, “What else?”

“When I was laughing with the relief of it all, and I turned around and saw you laughing too. Your beautiful smile, the joy on your face, and the care and happiness in your eyes. I think that was the pinnacle moment.”

“And then I ruined it for you.”

“Hell no,” he argues, trailing his fingers through my hair. “Yeah, you started crying—which you should have done well before that moment—but do you remember what happened next?”

“I told you, I’ll never forget. You held me.”

“You have no idea the inner turmoil I went through when I saw you break down. My instinct was to hold you, but logic reasoned that was the last thing you’d want from me. And if I tried, and you pushed me away … well, that thought was terrifying.”

I prop my chin on his chest so I can look into his eyes. “But you took the risk anyway.”

“The moment you held onto me, you had my heart. Comforting you when you needed it most, made me feel real, like I mattered. Like I was useful. That maybe I hadn’t been discarded and thrown on the trash heap.

Your body in my arms, your words, the way you cared about me more than the hell you were going through …

I’m sure my heart leapt over to your chest and took up residence right then.

And I knew I’d never feel it beat with life again unless I was with you.

I fell so fucking hard, J, I didn’t know what to do with it.

So, I buried it. Because I couldn’t let myself hope that you’d ever feel the same way.

” He gently tucks my hair behind my ear, his eyes searching mine. “When did you?”

“The next morning,” I answer without hesitation.

His eyebrows shoot up. “It took you that long? I thought it was the moment I walked into that cocktail bar, and you threw yourself at me.”

I give his nipple a playful pinch. “I don’t remember that.”

“Sure you don’t,” he chuckles.

“It was definitely the next morning. The way you took care of me. The way you didn’t once blame me for bringing it upon myself.

When you told me the truth about my mortifying behaviour even though you thought it might mean I’d turn my back on helping you.

Then, when you left, the house felt so empty.

I felt empty. So I tried to bury it, too. ”

“Hmm,” he sighs, his palm grazing down my hip before grabbing my backside. “You knew we’d end up here, didn’t you?”

I gape at him. “No.”

“Breaking your rule.”

“No, I’m not!”

He scoffs. “Okay, let me rephrase that. You hoped this would happen?”

I hesitate a moment, but what’s the point? “Yes.”

“So, when you asked me to come and stay here …”

“It might have been at the back of my mind.”

He laughs, his whole body hitching against me. “I can’t believe Benny was right.”

I stare at him in surprise. “He was?”

“I think his exact words were ‘ Dickhead, she wants you .’”

“Do you think that’s why he came to an agreement with you? So you could give this a shot?”

“Yeah, I do.” He rolls me onto my back and presses his erection into my thigh. “And now, I think we should go have a shower”

“But I don’t want to move.”

“Neither do I but … I think I might’ve made a bit of a mess of you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh . Gotta be some downside to not using a condom.”

Reluctantly, I let him lead me into the shower, then not so reluctantly, I let him wash every single millimetre of my body.

After we’ve dried each other off and agree that we need a nap to recharge, we slip into bed. Moving closer to him, I’m greeted by a cold, wet spot against my hip.

“You know,” I murmur, “it’s not really fair that you have to sleep so far away from the bathroom. I think you should take my side of the bed.”

He palms my breast and chuckles. “If you want me to sleep on the wet patch, you only have to ask. You know I’d do anything for you.”

And I know deep in my soul, he means it.