His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over. "I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me look at you?" My heart hammers, a wild thing seeking his. "Yes." So he does. And I feel it. For a long moment, I just feel his eyes. Then, his hands. They skim down my spine...
''Tell me how it feels,'' he whispers. "Good," I gasp, my entire body trembling. Deeper. Harder. Perfect -- like we've been doing this for years. His hand finds my jaw, fingers firm as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. And that's it. Waves of heat pound into my belly, exploding out to my toes as my nails s...
''You're shaking.'' His thumb brushes her wrist, finding a slow drumbeat pulse. ''I can't keep doing this.'' Her eyes flick to his, shimmering like suns on the edge of collapse. "Telling myself it's going to get better." "You deserve to be happy, Whitney," he says, his lips so close she can feel the words more than he...