This Much is True - Tia Louise Page 0,66
and cling to his shirt, to his body. My mouth searches for anything, kissing his neck, his jaw, until finally our mouths collide.
He shoves my lips apart, and our tongues entwine as I exhale a noise of gratitude and deep satisfaction. Strong hands grip my ass, and my legs wrap around his waist as he lifts me.
I grasp at his cheeks. I slide my fingers into his soft hair. He’s my water in the desert, cool ice cream on a hot summer day…
Our kisses taste like the salt of my tears. I laugh and cry, holding his face as I pull his lips with mine. Our teeth clink together, and I realize we’re both smiling. We’re desperate and devouring. We’re together again at last.
“God, I’ve missed you so much.” His voice breaks in a way that thrills me to my core.
“You missed me?”
He lowers me to my feet, and my eyes have adjusted, I can see him in the hazy darkness. His lowered brow, his chiseled jaw, his perfectly defined lips parted over straight, white teeth. He’s such a work of art.
“I’ve missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything.”
Shaking my head, I blink up at him. “But you said—”
“Hello? Is this an emergency?” My phone is in my hand, and I snap out of the joy of reunion to realize I still have 911 on the line.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” I hold my hair back, and JR moves around behind me.
His hands slide around my waist, before he wraps muscled arms like steel bands around my body, pulling me against him.
My breath disappears. “It’s not an emergency,” I manage.
“Sounds like it’s not.” The lady on the line has a laugh in her voice, and I close my eyes as warm lips close against the side of my neck. “Have a good night, Miss.”
I intend to do just that. Hitting the end button, I turn in his arms to find his mouth. I’m off my feet again, only this time he’s walking, carrying me inside the house.
Once we’re through the door, he lowers me to my feet, and I take his hand, leading him down the short hall to my bedroom. I’m not wasting any time.
The room is open, with a balcony that overlooks the beach. It’s too cold to open the doors, but it creates a shushing ambiance in the air around us.
Lust and need drive us. JR’s strong hands are on my hips, moving under my thin sweater and lifting it over my head, leaving me in a white lace bra that just covers the bottom half of my breasts.
He exhales a groan. “You’re so beautiful.”
A flash of need shoots to my heated core, and my fingers circle the buttons of his shirt, quickly unfastening them, doing my best not to rip his clothes off. The fabric falls open, and I slide my palms along the planes and ridges of his lined torso.
“I was afraid I’d never see you again.” Leaning forward, I trace my lips along his skin.
He’s here.
He came to me.
My eyes close as heat rushes through my chest.
Large hands cup my cheeks, lifting my face and tilting it so he can devour my mouth. My lips part willingly, hungry for his kisses, his possessive touch.
His hands leave my cheeks and circle my back, unfastening my bra. As it falls away, a whisper of cool air hardens my nipples. His hands cover them, tweaking the tips, sending sparkling waves of energy between my thighs.
“John.” My head falls back with a moan.
He lifts me off my feet, carrying me to the bed. With a toss, I fall back, laughing at his Tarzan style. He shoves his jeans down, and I do the same, tossing them across the room as I lick my lips.
I gaze at his thick, hardened cock, and his voice is rough. “The way you look at me… It makes me want to do very bad things to you.”
Dragging my eyes up his Adonis body, I meet his smoldering eyes. “Please do very bad things to me.”
The smolder turns to blue fire, and he catches my ankle, dragging me towards him on the bed and flipping me onto my stomach.
My stomach jumps, and he slides his fingers along the line of my thong, hooking one inside the fabric and ripping it away.
“Oh!” It’s a startled cry, but I love it.
Catching me by the hips, he lifts me to my knees and leans forward, tracing his tongue up and down my pussy, melting my