CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Paige’s eyes fluttered open to the still dark of her room. She’d slept and slept deeply. The nightstand clock read 5:30, yet she felt as though she’d gotten a full eight hours. Her breast felt heavy, aroused, and then she realized Gannon was cupping it with one big hand. His rough palm had teased the nipple into a hard bud.
He stirred in his sleep behind her, his hips shifting against her. The thick length of his erection prodded her to a new level of awareness.
Warm and safe in his arms, her body came to life as a raw need began to bloom between her thighs. She bit her lip and tried to will herself back to sleep, but her body wasn’t having it. There was only one thing it wanted, and it was so close. Testing, she wiggled her hips against him and was rewarded with the throb of his cock where it nestled against her.
The ache within her intensified, pulsing with an emptiness that demanded to be filled. The room was so quiet and so dark, it felt… apart from the rest of the world. As if whatever happened within these walls could stay here while everything else moved forward. Whatever occurred on this bed in this room could stay here, in its shrine of solitude, while outside day broke and work began.
She was talking herself into it. The neediness of her body was providing too sharp a temptation to fight. Did he want her? Really want her the way she craved him? And was she ready to find out, ready to stop fighting everything but what she wanted?
His fingers flexed restlessly against the flesh of her breast, and Paige bit her lip. She rolled in his arms to face him in the dark and trailed a palm down his chest and over each ridge of abs. Her breast burning where his hand had been. She hadn’t realized he was awake, but without a word, his hand came to hers guiding it lower and lower over the V of muscle, down the light trail of hair leading her down.
Wordlessly, he shoved her hand under the waistband of his underwear. His breath caught when her fingers closed around his shaft. He was thick and hot beneath her touch as if he were molten steel encased in smooth, veined flesh. She paused, just gripping him in her greedy fist. Paige felt his breath, one slow exhale, on her face.
Still gripping him, she tugged the waistband down until she’d freed his cock, until she could palm his balls freely. His intake of breath was sharp, almost pained, and when she began to work his cock with her hand, he groaned between gritted teeth.
She stroked up, her closed fingers catching on the ridge of the crown before gliding back down to the thick root. Touching him like this turned the needy pulse inside her into a steady, aching throb.
“Paige. Are you sure?” His voice was gravelly with sleep and need.
Was she? In this second, she was more sure of this than anything else in her life. Would she be sure after? Did it matter?
“Paige. Answer me. I need to know.”
“Yes.” That one word seemed to set him free. He reached over her and smacked on the light.
“I need to see you,” he breathed.
She stroked up his length, squeezing at the top, and felt the moisture beginning to gather at his tip. His eyes were glassy.
“Do you want me?” she whispered the words, not wanting to break any spell.
He reached down between their bodies and swiped at the moisture that leaked from his cock. Bringing those fingers to her mouth, he pressed them against her lips. “What do you think?” he rasped.
She licked at the pads of his fingers, tasting the salty moisture, and he groaned, low and guttural. She could feel the pulse of his blood throbbing beneath her grip.
“We don’t have much time,” he murmured to her.
“I don’t care. I want you, Gannon.”
Reaching for her, he shifted onto his back pulling her over him to straddle his hips.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” he warned. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was talking about her injuries or her heart. But the second the wide crest of his penis grazed her swollen clit, she forgot any such worries.
“Whoa, honey. I don’t have a condom.” His entire body was rigid beneath hers, his big hands flexing into the flesh of her hips.
She did. In her emergency kit she carted around with her. Though now wasn’t the time to mention to him that the reason she carried condoms was because Cat once forgot her own and came knocking in the middle of the night. A brother didn’t need to know everything about his sister.
“Wait here,” she murmured, reluctantly sliding off of his body and rummaging through the bag she’d dumped just inside the door. She found them in an inner pocket and returned triumphantly to the bed.
Paige paused, caught up in the hedonistic picture he made, sprawled naked across her white sheets, the heavy length of his erection lay across his stomach.
“Honey, if you stare much longer, I’m not going to have enough time to make you come more than once,” he warned.
It was all the encouragement Paige needed. She slid her underwear down her legs and enjoyed his groan. Gannon palmed his cock, fisting it around the root and stroking up as he watched her crawl across the mattress to him.
Careful of her bruises, she slid one leg over him and perched on his concrete thighs.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, Paige,” he whispered, slowing his strokes to a lazy pace.
He hissed out a breath when she rolled the condom onto his column of flesh. With his eyes closed tight, Paige slid up and over him, notching the head of his cock against her wet center. His hands busied themselves by tugging her tank top up to expose both breasts. And as he palmed her heavy, round flesh, Paige slowly lowered herself onto him. The angle, the girth of him, forced her to take it slow, relaxing carefully to accommodate him. He abandoned her breasts for a moment to grip her hips and slide home, fully sheathed in her.
Paige rocked her hips side to side, trying to get a little room. He was so damn huge, and she was so full of him. They stayed like that for a moment, joined as deeply as two souls could be, their breath ragged.
“Okay?” he gritted out.
So much better than okay. So much better than perfect. She wanted to tell him, but there were no words. So Paige showed him instead. Tentatively, she rose up on her knees, feeling him withdraw inch by inch before she glided back down, taking him back inside her. When he was buried in her again, he groaned, a sound of exquisite pain. Gannon reached up to grip her hair and pulled her down for a kiss. His tongue mimicked the aggressive thrust of his cock in and out of her wet mouth until Paige felt weak with the all-consuming need that grew between them.
This was what she’d wanted, what she’d tried to fight. This is what she had no intention of living without now.
She was on top, she should have been the aggressor, but it was Gannon who set the pace. Rearing up, he broke the kiss and found an aching nipple to ply with attention. She gasped at the rough stroke of tongue, the gentle suction and tug of his lips. She felt… heavenly. As if, for the first time in her life, she was using her body as it had been designed, to give and receive pleasure.
She accepted his shallow thrusts, rocking her hips into him.
“Gannon,” she gasped. “I’m going to—”
There was no other warning as the climax ripped through her. She felt it everywhere, in the nipple he licked at, the muscles that clenched his shaft as he thrust deeper into her, in her toes that curled as the heat shot through her body like lightning. It built and broke, built and broke, and each wave made Gannon crazier beneath her.
She sobbed out a gasp, throwing her head back to surrender gloriously to him.
“Again,” he demanded.
With more care than she would have thought possible, he rolled them, pressing her back into the mattress while he loomed above her. He knelt between her thighs, the broad head of his erection heavy against her slit. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he growled.
She nodded, willing to agree to anything at this moment.
“I’m going to try to be careful, but I can’t guarantee I won’t lose it,” he breathed, adjusting himself against her entrance. He skimmed his palms over her inner thighs, gently pressing them open. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, lips parted. She was ready for anything Gannon had to give her. He drove into her with one swift thrust. Paige’s hips levered up to meet him as if they had a mind of their own. The biological need to chase down that next orgasm took over. She opened herself to him. He pressed her knees up against her shoulders and held them there, draping her thighs over his upper arms.
She was folded up and completely at his mercy. But rather than feeling terrified, Paige felt hungry for more. Her first orgasm was still echoing within her, but all she wanted was another.
“This isn’t enough,” he muttered, echoing her thoughts. “I need more time with you. I need to taste you.” He slammed into her, his intention to be gentle fading beneath the bloom of desire. “I need to explore every fucking inch of you.”
His thrusts were becoming wilder and wilder. Paige’s breasts bounced with the ferocity of his pace.
Words failed them both, but their gazes locked, and she knew what he was thinking and feeling. They were racing together, chasing down their release. She knew he was ready just by the way his hazel eyes seemed to sharpen on her.
“Yes.” She got the word out, and it was as if it had set them free.
He slammed into her up to the hilt and grunted. She felt the slow motion pulse of his first ejaculation and it set off her release, closing her muscles around him and gripping him as everything exploded around them. He poured himself into her, and she wrung him dry with her own climax. Still echoing in and around each other, Gannon collapsed on top of her, their breath coming in pants, sweat soaked chests sliding over each other.
He was kissing her, pressing chaste pecks to her face and hair as the last of the waves began to recede.
“I need more,” she confessed, wide-eyed at the magnitude of what lay between them now.
“I promise you, princess, this is just the beginning.”
Before she could tell him to prove it, a frantic knock at the door had Paige wiggling out from under him.