Page 102 of Escape

My eyes roamed, not one spot on his body left unnoticed, and there wasn’t anything I didn’t like about what was in front of me.

But what I liked most of all was what I saw when I looked into his eyes. The need I felt in his kiss only moments ago was now present in his stare. He was looking at me with such longing. Like he was in the middle of a desert with nothing around for miles, and I was the only thing that quenched his thirst.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

For the first time in a very long time, maybe ever, I felt powerful. That power had nothing to do with physical or emotional strength, either. It was about knowing there was a man in this world who looked at me like Huck did, like he would give anything to experience what we were experiencing right now for the rest of his life.

Without another word, he closed the distance between us, hauled me up against his body once more, and kissed me again.

And this kiss was the best of all.

Because while there was moaning and whimpering and tasting and savoring, there was also warm skin and roaming hands and naked bodies and budding desires. It came as no surprise that, in the midst of it all, we tore at each other’s remaining clothing.

Before I knew it, I was on my back in Huck’s bed, and there was nothing between us. We took the time to just feel, the moment and each other. We kissed. We kissed so much, my lips were swollen.

There was a pulsing need between my legs, an ache growing stronger and stronger. He really was doing what he’d said and showing me that he wanted to love and worship my body.

And it seemed it was doing a number on him, too. Because Huck was just as turned on, the hard length of him pressed firmly against me.

I wanted that.

God, I wanted him more than I’d wanted anything else in my life.

And the more we kissed, the more I wanted it.

But we also never stopped touching.

My hands glided along the smooth, solid surface of his shoulders and arms while his hands squeezed my breasts. Then I ventured down his sides and over his ass, where I squeezed before I slid my hands around his hips and between us. He shifted his weight to one arm while his fingers crawled their way down my body, meeting mine at the intimate juncture of our bodies.

With my eyes pinned on his, I curled my fingers around his length and watched the muscle tick in his jaw. He flattened his palm against me, slipped his fingers between my parted thighs, and cupped me between my legs.

“You’re so wet,” he growled.

I offered a single stroke with my fist, pulling another groan from somewhere deep inside him. “And you’re so hard.”

One half of his mouth quirked up with a smile just before his fingers began to rub and play between my thighs.

It felt unbelievable, that strong pull in my lower belly building immediately.

But as good as it felt, I was still so caught up and attempting to come to grips with the fact that Huck Davidson was naked, hovering over me, and touching me like this.

And I was touching him, stroking him, and listening to him struggle to hold on to his control as he kissed my mouth and along my jaw.

Eventually, the physical sensations overtook the emotional results of what was happening between us, and I couldn’t continue without getting more.

“Huck, please,” I begged when his mouth had drifted down to the front of my throat. “I want to feel you inside me.”

My legs and arms were wrapped around him, holding him close, so I begrudgingly released him when he said, “I’ve got to grab a condom.”

Though I hated the way it felt to lose him when he lifted his body from mine, I knew I was going to get all of him back in the best way possible. Sure enough, Huck made quick work of the condom, but he didn’t immediately join me in the bed again.

“Huck?” I called.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?”

He nodded slowly, his eyes moving over my body. Then he climbed back into the bed, brought his mouth close to mine, and whispered, “Everything’s perfect.”