Home to Stay (The Long Road Home #2) - Maryann Jordan Page 0,55
between her brows. “This is us. You and me. The start of something that I want to hold on to. Not just take what’s here in front of us but build into everything we can… to become us. Do you understand?”
She blinked rapidly, moisture gathering in her eyes as she nodded. “Yes. I want that. I want you. Not just now but for as many tomorrows as you’ll give me.”
He grinned as he barely slid the tip of his cock into her sex. “Then plan on as many tomorrows as you can have, Lucy.” With that, in one swift movement he plunged all the way, balls deep.
Her gasp sounded out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her heels dug into his ass. The feel of her tight sex like a glove on his cock nearly made him come like an untried adolescent, but he halted his movements. “You okay?”
“Yes, God, just keep moving!”
Smirking, he was thrilled to follow her command. He continued to piston his hips, alternating his movements with slow, deliberate thrusts and hard, fast plunges. Her breasts bounced with the movements. Leaning over her chest, he sucked a rosy nipple into his mouth, her fingernails digging into his shoulders in a way that he knew he’d have little crescent marks. Marked by her. The slight sting made his erection swell even more, and he let her breast go with a pop. Shifting his weight to one hand, he slid his other to her mound, his thumb pressing on her clit.
He knew the second she flew apart, her thighs squeezing his waist, her inner walls squeezing his cock. Her head pressed back into the pillow. A flush ran from her breasts upward over her face as she cried out her orgasm, creating the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen in his life. Not wanting to hold back as his balls tightened and his lower spine burned, he lifted his head, felt the muscles in his neck cord, and his release rushed from his body. Barely able to drag oxygen into his lungs as his thrusts slowed until every drop was given, he fell forward, managing to land only partially on top of her, cushioned by her soft body.
The ‘oof’ that fled her lips registered, and he forced his body to roll to the side while he banded his arms around her, dragging her with him so that they lay facing each other. Shifting his leg so that his thigh moved between hers, they stayed perfectly aligned, pressed together from chest to hip.
With his lips against her forehead, neither spoke for several minutes while their heart poundings slowed but still beat together. Finally, she leaned her head back, catching and holding his gaze, and grinned.
“Are you good, baby?” he asked, tucking a wild, wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
Still smiling, she nodded. “I’m perfect.”
“Yeah, you are. Absolutely fuckin’ perfect.”
She must’ve liked his answer because she clutched his jaws, applied a little pressure to bring him closer which he didn’t fight at all, and kissed him. And as soon as they recuperated, they started round two, not leaving her bed until finally dressing and running out for dinner.
John glanced at the GPS, turning onto the lane that cut through the thick evergreen forest that encroached upon the side of the road. While the Lighthouse Security Investigations headquarters were not secret, they also were not easy to find unless specific directions had been given. With his professional and practiced eye, he drove up to the security gate and could tell it was state-of-the-art, much more secure than the average person would ever realize. He looked directly toward the camera, knowing someone on the other end would be evaluating, deciding to let him in. The military-grade gate engaged, swinging open, allowing him to enter.
Continuing down the lane, the forests eventually fell away and an expanse of lush, green grass led to a lighthouse and a white house with a red roof at its base. The rocky cliff coast was just behind, dropping to the Atlantic Ocean below. His foot released the accelerator, allowing his gaze to take in the breathtaking scenery in front of him. Damn. No stranger to the beauty of Maine, he had to admit this particular view encapsulated the best of everything. Forest. Meadow. Rocky coast. Ocean. Lighthouse.
As he continued forward to park near the other vehicles, nerves hit his stomach, an emotion he was not used to. He had run forward toward missions for years and knew