The Man I Thought I Trusted - E. L. Todd Page 0,20
all the time, you’re gonna be walking around with a big-ass boner, twenty-four seven.”
That made me burst with a chuckle, and it made me immediately snap out of my bad mood too. “That’s a valid point.”
A beautiful smile formed on her face, like my happiness increased her own.
This was a new side to her that I wasn’t used to quite yet. She’d always been beautiful, always been exceptional since the moment I’d laid eyes on her, but the softness was just exquisite. Her eyes were no longer guarded, her lips were always ready for my kiss, and she looked at me with her heart on her sleeve, like I was the only man she wanted to give herself to.
How did I get so lucky?
I knew it was a hard road to get here, but it was worth it every step of the way.
When my stare lingered for a long time, she asked, “What?”
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. “Nothing.” I moved her hand back to the table and continued to hold it.
I hadn’t been looking for anything serious before this. If I’d never met her, maybe I always would’ve felt that way. But listening to her tell off that guy in the bar the night we met made me connect with her emotionally before even seeing her. I respected her fire, respected her for using it against an opponent. She was the kind of woman I’d been looking for without even knowing it. I hadn’t even been divorced for a year then, but I felt like I was already ready for something great. “I’m just…in love with you.”
She stilled at the admission, but she wasn’t afraid, just deeply touched by the unexpected confession.
I didn’t miss the one-night stands. I didn’t miss the strip clubs. I didn’t miss being single. I was never as happy then as I was now. Finding one incredible woman to be committed to with my entire soul was nirvana.
“I’m in love with you.” She glanced down at our joined hands before she gave me a squeeze and looked back up, her eyes so soft and gentle.
I could stare at that beautiful face forever, look into those green eyes and never get bored. I pitied anyone who didn’t have this. I actually pitied Rose because she was too evil to ever find this. She had half my money—but she didn’t have this.
Her hand cupped my neck, her fingers reaching into my hair. With her brown hair all over the place underneath her, she looked up at me with eyes bright like Christmas ornaments. When we were together, it wasn’t about getting off, about only good sex, it was about being together, so her eyes were always on me, always soft, always pulling me directly into her heart.
Her legs were wrapped around my waist, ankles locked together against my lower back, and I slowly rocked into her, felt her so intimately that I could map out her body with my mind. She was always ready for me, always tight, always anxious. I breathed deeply with her, sometimes dipping my neck so I could kiss her collarbone or her shoulder. When we made love, I didn’t just want her lips. I wanted her soft skin, her deep breaths, her bright eyes. My tongue wanted to taste her everywhere. I wanted to feel her heartbeat against my chest and have her feel mine.
I’d never felt more alive than when we were close like this, our bodies slowly moving together, high off the connection between our souls rather than the lust between our flesh.
Her hand slowly dragged down my chest, her claws out, and her thighs squeezed my hips tighter, like she was about to descend into pleasure. “Dax…” Her hand moved back to my neck, and she fisted my hair, gripping it tightly as her entire body began to writhe.
I started to thrust into her harder, grinding my body right against her clit so she could fall apart in ecstasy.
When she came, her nails nearly sliced into my skin, and she moaned uncontrollably into my face. Her mind went elsewhere as her body took over, riding the high that made all the neurons in her brain fry.
I thrust harder and harder, catching on to her coattails and descending with her, groaning in mutual pleasure, her body accepting what I gave her.
It was so fucking good.
Damn.
When we finished, we were still two single bodies wrapped together, still two people who didn’t want to break apart.