His Forbidden Love (Manhattan Billionaires #2) - Ava Ryan Page 0,52

of his shoulders. All that honeyed skin and the way it gleams in the subdued lighting. The rippling muscles in every direction. The jutting erection, already long and thick and fully prepared for me.

Sexy, sexy, sexy.

He gives me so much to deal with that there’s no time for me to be bothered or embarrassed by my fat upper pubic area. No reason for me to worry about arranging my thunder thighs in a more flattering angle. Honestly, with him looking at me like that? It would be a complete waste of time anyway.

“Let’s pick up the pace,” I say as he leans sideways and fumbles in the nightstand drawer. My inner muscles are already beginning to ripple with gathering desire, and I don’t expect this to take long. “We’ve got a lot of fucking to do to make up for lost time.”

“We certainly do.” He withdraws a string of condoms and unfurls it. “Do we need these?”

“I’m on the pill and disease-free. Unless you want them as a fashion statement…?”

“That’s a negative. And I’m also disease-free.”

“Then we have a plan,” I say, reaching for him.

This is our second time together, but my first accepting his unyielding weight on my body. My first absorbing all this direct skin-to-skin heat. Rubbing my swelling nipples against his chest the way I want to. Cocking my hips for him.

The sensations are absolutely exquisite, I must say.

He reaches between us, opening enough space to grip that big dick and run it between my legs, spreading my juices. A single hard thrust and he’s inside. Home.

“Ah, Michael,” I say helplessly, arching into him. My legs know what to do without any conscious direction from me, drawing in and wrapping tight around his thighs as he begins to move. Same thing with my arms around his neck and my fingers tunneling through his thick hair. I inhale the fresh cedar scent of him, already intoxicated. “Never stop.”

“Deal,” he says, picking up the pace as his lips cover mine.

I don’t know where he learned to fuck like this, and I don’t care. All I know is that every swivel is perfectly timed and expertly placed, hitting my sweet spot over and over again. Being with him like this makes me crazed and loud. This is not the kind of pleasure that can stay politely inside my mouth. It demands to be let out into the world. Funny how I just begged him to never stop when I’m the problem here.

When he possesses me like this? I can’t come hard enough or fast enough for him.

I scratch his back as I come in a wave of toe-curling ecstasy. I gasp and cry his name. I stiffen and shudder and absorb his cries in my mouth as he hurtles off that cliff with me. I sail into a black velvet oblivion and drift back to earth with a body that feels as though it’s shimmering with diamonds. And then I snuggle close, happier than I ever thought it was possible to be.

“I have a question for you,” I say drowsily a few seconds later, after I’ve had the chance to recapture most of my breath.

He raises his head from my neck and stares down at me, his hair rumpled and his expression open and relaxed. Warm. “What, angel?”

I smile because I like the sound of that. Then I take his beloved face between my hands, savoring the prickly feel of his beard.

“Were you with me that night? When I had the concussion?”

His eyes crinkle at the corners, lighting up until I feel as though I’m staring directly into the sun. “You know I was.”

Yeah. I do.

I pull him in for another kiss, my euphoria tinged with despair. I’m only fooling myself if I think I’m not already hopelessly in love with this man. I can only pray that he does or will eventually feel the same way.

Otherwise, I’m completely screwed. And there’s no getting around it.

14

Michael

A miraculous twist of fate allows me to both enjoy lunch at lunchtime for once and to snag an empty table under a market umbrella at the hospital’s pavilion next to the café. It’s not too hot on this early September afternoon. The sun isn’t too bright. My table provides a great view of the koi pond and waterfall. Further proof that all is right with my world, I decide, grinning at no one in particular as I unload my grilled ham and Swiss, chips and cupcake from my tray and sit down. Although, to