Beyond the Breaking Point - Lori Sjoberg Page 0,97
as his body barreled relentlessly toward the inevitable release. At this point, the only thing stopping him was his need for her to come first.
Staring into her eyes, something shifted inside him, something dangerous and wild. His hand slid down, finding the place where she needed him most, and the low, throaty moan she made was all the encouragement he needed.
Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust up into her harder, faster, grinding his pelvis against hers, claiming as he was being claimed. Her moans grew louder as her head tilted forward, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. As the first wave of her orgasm rocked through her, he caught one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard as he continued to drive into her until he felt the beginning of his own release.
Pleasure detonated inside him. He came on a low, hoarse growl, his head thrown back against the pillow, his spine bowing off the mattress. He saw stars, though his eyes were shut. Agonizing ecstasy flooded his body, so intense it danced on the edge of pain.
Breathless, panting, Hope collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, relishing the feel of her flesh against his. She snuggled closer, her cheek resting on his chest, and it took everything he had to keep from blurting out three simple words that wouldn’t stop bouncing around inside his head.
It was totally irrational. Not like him at all. Odds were he was caught up in the moment. Yeah, that was it. That’s what he kept on telling himself, though he wasn’t quite sure he believed it.
“My body feels like it’s made out of Jell-O,” she said, her voice husky with satisfaction.
Wade stroked one hand down the length of her back, loving the feel of her skin, smooth and slick with perspiration. This couldn’t possibly be real. In the back of his mind, he wondered when the good part of the dream would come crashing down and he’d find himself back in that fucking warehouse. “Is that a good thing?”
“That’s a very good thing.” She craned her neck to deliver a lingering kiss. Her face was flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded, her muscles loose and languid. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.”
Considering everything she’d been through, her statement didn’t come as a surprise. Though he hoped she didn’t get too relaxed. Already, he wanted to make love with her again, but he also wanted to give her enough time to recover.
She shifted her body, snuggling beside him, one arm on his chest, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder, and her leg twined with his. Little by little, her breathing slowed, and before he knew it, she’d drifted off to sleep. He watched her for the longest time, dazed by how incredible she looked: so wanton, and tousled, and completely at peace. It did a man proud to know he could do that to a woman, to make the pair of lines between her eyebrows disappear.
Wade rested his head against the pillow and released a contented sigh. He felt…good. Better than good. For the first time in years, the world didn’t seem like such a shitty place. As he watched her sleep, an aching tenderness washed over him, too strong for him to ignore.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand, indicating an incoming text. Careful not to wake Hope, he stretched for the phone and swiped at the screen.
It was a message from Austin: Where r u?
There wasn’t any point in lying. Sooner or later, his brother would figure it out, especially if Wade spent the night with Hope, which was what he really wanted to do. If he fessed up voluntarily, he wouldn’t get as much shit about it. He typed a reply: Hope’s room.
A minute or two passed before the next message arrived. About damn time. See you in the morning.
Wade set the alarm on his phone and placed it back on the nightstand. Turning off the light would mean getting out of bed, and he didn’t want to risk waking Hope. Besides, he liked watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so perfect, all soft and warm against him. Maybe she’d wake in another few minutes, and they could make love again.
With a yawn, he closed his tired eyes and allowed himself a few perfect moments of tranquility. Those three dangerous words were still pinging around inside his head as he drifted off to sleep with Hope curled against him.