Breathe You - C.R. Jane Page 0,20

over and over.

“Yes, oh fuck, Valentina, I want to see you come. I want to feel it.” Our mouths hover together, barely touching as his words wash over me. This version of Quaid is still new to me, but the feel of him against my body is like we’ve been molded together over time.

In this moment, I let go of fear and worry about the future we won’t have. It’s just me and Quaid, to hell with everything else. We find the perfect rhythm. His fingers mimic the thrust of his hips, pumping and reaching deep. Curling forward, he finds that place, that beautiful, touch-me-there-again place. And he does. Over and over, hitting it, and at the same time, he sweeps the pad of this thumb against my clit. I can feel it start, a budding pressure spreading slowly, and then with growing force. My orgasm builds, crowning into a breaking wave. Tightening, my legs draw up and lock as I rock back and forth, clenching around him.

“Yes,” I cry out softly. It’s intense, earth-moving intense, and I lose sight of everything while riding the peak, destroying it and coming back to reality on the broken crest. His hand gentles, massaging the remnants of my climax, and it feels amazing. Tipping my head into his neck, I breathe long drags of his rich, unique maleness—a little bit of sweat, the sun, and just him. Now, he’s mixed with me and sex.

That smell is mine. Mine has never sounded as good as it does with my men. Mine.

The thought is fierce in my mind. It’s an undeniable truth. These men will never be anything but mine, just like I have never been anything but theirs.

I stare into Quaid’s gorgeous green eyes. They’re filled with awe, and I revel in his smile. It starts small, a teasing smirk, and it grows, stretching across his face. When his smile’s this wide, a small dimple creases his left cheek. My fingers have nowhere to go but to his face, running along his lower lip and then into that completely endearing dip.

“That was sexy,” he smirks, swooping down to capture my mouth. It’s brief, but devastating at the same time. “I could live on that memory for the rest of my life and remain satisfied.” He’s yet to remove his hand. I gasp as he slides deeper and I tighten around him. He’s at my ear now, nibbling, and whispering, “You feel so good wrapped around me, and it’s only going to get better. Are you ready for me?”

Yes. The answer is hell yes.

Quaid

After what seems like years, my hands are finally on her perfect breasts. Still living on the memory of her pussy tightening on my fingers, I long for more. I pinch and pull until her whimpers extend to a full-blown groan. The tight tips dig into my palm as I squeeze the perfect fit. I break away, and she gulps in air. Smiling when she whispers, “Yes,” I bend to take her in, ripping her blouse down to expose her breasts to my tongue.

I devour her, taking and giving it all back so we can start again. Her whimpers have my dick twitching, and her roaming fingers set my pulse on fire.

Slamming her back into the door, I align our bodies. The only reason to tear our mouths apart is to look at her hooded lids, her lips bruised from mine. With deliberate concentration, I roll and press my dick into her. My aim is perfect. Her long moan assures me of that. Once more, I pull back and press in deep, and this time, it’s my name, long and drawn out on a breath.

“Quaid.”

I smile. The possessive bastard inside of me celebrates at the fact that it’s my name she’s saying. Not Carter’s. Not Logan’s… Although, I heard his name quite a bit the other night.

“Take off your clothes,” I order, done waiting. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the second I saw her there in that fucking perfect red dress, standing under the Eiffel fucking Tower like a fantasy I didn’t think I was brave enough to ever have.

I’d thought that I’d imagined the depth of my feelings for her, I’d thought that I’d become immune to the feelings that are now weighing heavy in my head and quite possibly strangling my heart.

Damn if I’ll let her get away without feeling the same way.

Even if it takes the rest of our lives, I’ll be sure when her eyes open,