Discretion (The Dumonts, #1)(66)

“It makes sense,” he says roughly, pulling my chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes are so deep and rich and burning, I can’t look away. “You’ve always made sense to me.”

He kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever felt before, the kind that steals your breath, ignites your heart, makes your body and soul burst into flames.

He kisses me and kisses me, and all I feel are his lips and tongue and heart. I feel his heart, I feel his love.

I feel how fucking hard he is.

I grin as he moves back down the bed, and his head goes lower, licking down the center of my stomach until he gets between my legs. He loves to take his time there, and usually I have no complaints, but now, with my heart brimming with my love for him, our love for each other, I want him inside me.

He kisses and nibbles down the V of my hip bones; then he slides his long, wet tongue along where my legs and pelvis meet. The skin there is so sensitive I nearly cry out as he gently laps at it, teasing up the sides, coming close to my clit and then backing away.

“Please,” I can’t help but moan, “come inside me, Olivier.”

He ignores me. His tongue snakes along my clit, and I suck in a sharp breath, trying to compose myself. I’m seconds from coming, and he knows this. He just wants me to come any way possible, and I suppose since we haven’t been with each other like this in a while, I might as well take everything he’s offering.

He works me fast, his tongue flicking rapidly and so hard as I swell beneath him, the pressure in my core building and building, hotter and hotter.

Then he withdraws, and I’m left gasping for him.

Bereft.

Desperate.

“You better get your cock inside me or your tongue back down there, or there will be hell to pay,” I tell him.

He grins at me, cocky as all get-out. He knows he’s got me panting for him.

“Have I told you how much I love it when you beg?”

“Yes, you have,” I say pointedly, full of impatience.

He straddles me with his heavy thighs, and I feel himself position the hard tip of his dick onto me. With slow ease, he pushes himself inside as I widen around him, my body needing him, craving him. In seconds he’s in to the hilt; he’s a part of me, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so beautifully stretched before.

“Sadie,” he groans as he pulls himself out and thrusts in again, his rigid length dragging along all the right spots. “You feel so good. So beautiful. You save me, you know? All the time. You make everything around me easier to bear.”

My heart skips three beats at once at this admission.

That’s all I want.

I just want to make him happy.

Loved.

Then I gasp as he drives in harder and then pulls out, achingly slow for a few beats before he starts pumping into me faster, and I reach up for his ass, digging my nails in and shoving him in deeper.

The moan that comes out of his lips is the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.

Sweat drips from his body onto mine, and I’m surprised I’m not sizzling from the heat. He slips his hand down, making a fist over the base of his cock as it slides into me, and in his breathless, low voice, he tells me how good I feel, how he doesn’t want this to ever end.

He tells me how much he loves me.

My heart responds in kind, swelling over his words while the rest of me burns for his body.

His fingers then slide over my clit, in rhythm with his merciless thrusts.

And that’s it.

I come, moaning loudly, calling out his name as starbursts form behind my eyes and my body explodes in a hot wash of nerves, like bubbling champagne. I’m writhing, bucking, floating into pure bliss, out of this bed and into the stars.

He’s coming too, groaning my name as the bed shakes, and he comes inside me. I’m so glad we decided to get tested because having him fill me up like this, feeling his come hot inside me, is more intimate than anything else.

Eventually we regain our breath, and the room stops spinning.

But my heart won’t stop spinning for him.

It’s his now.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN

OLIVIER

It’s taken ten years to actually know what it’s like to fall in love.

Perhaps that’s normal.

Perhaps it’s not.

All I know is that when I thought I loved Marine, I was just in love with the intrigue, the forbidden, the adoration, and, of course, the sex.

When I first met Sadie, I expected it to be more or less the same thing.

I was ready for it.

Yes, she was different, but more than that, she made me feel different. But I didn’t know what it meant, what it could mean. I always thought in the back of my mind that no matter how passionate our lovemaking was, that’s where it would stay. In the bedroom. And when it was her time to go, I would be prepared and ready. That she would fly away, and I would chalk it all up to an American girl I knew once.

But that wasn’t the case at all. By the time I invited her up to Paris, I knew I had it bad for her. That I was in deep, like it was a place I couldn’t escape, and if I did, I would be on my hands and knees.

That’s where I am now.

On my hands and knees.

My heart belonging to her.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I was so wrong about love, so quick to avoid it, so effortless in passing it off.