Unbreakable (Cloverleigh Farms, #4)(40)

“Yes,” I whispered. I rose up on my toes, pressing my lips to his again while my hands went to work unbuttoning his shirt. “Make me yours tonight, Henry. That’s all I want to be.”

As our kiss grew more passionate, we managed to work off his clothes, although it wasn’t easy since neither of us was willing to unlock our lips for very long. But soon we were skin to skin, wrapped in an embrace much like we’d been on Christmas Eve, only naked this time.

His body—lean and hard—made the flames in me jump higher. They burned beneath my skin, desperate to escape. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, slid down his sculpted chest, brushed over the taut ridges of his stomach. I’d never been with a man like Henry, whose solid muscles were built by labor and honed by hours spent at the gym. I wanted to feel his weight on me, wrap my legs around him as he entered my body, see his face above mine as we moved together.

“Your body is incredible,” I told him, letting my palms move down over his ass. “I had no idea.”

“Generally, I try to wear clothes in public, so—oh, fuck.”

I’d reached between us and taken his cock in my hand, and he groaned as his hot, thick flesh slipped through my fingers. I had forgotten how exhilarating and empowering it was to make a man this aroused, this needy, this hard. I loved the way he thrust inside my fist, the way his fingers dug into my hips, the way he cursed and growled, like he was trying to hold back but wasn’t sure how long he could last. It made me feel sexy and confident.

“You’re so hard,” I whispered against his lips, tightening my grip. “How is that even possible? It hasn’t been that long.”

“It’s only possible because it’s you.”

Again he scooped me into his arms and placed me on his bed. I felt feverish with need as he stretched out above me and opened my legs so he could settle his hips between my thighs. He reached low and touched me, easily slipping his fingers inside and rubbing the warm, slick wetness over my clit. I gasped, arching my back with my arms tossed above my head.

My eyes closed and I felt his lips close over one hard, tingling nipple, felt his tongue tease and stroke it. My belly hollowed and quivered, and gooseflesh rippled across my skin. I threaded my fingers in his hair as he moved to the other breast and sucked greedily, his fingers moving faster, rubbing harder.

Was it possible I could actually come a third time?

I would never have thought so, but as the sensations swirled deep within my core, as my legs began to thrum with pleasure, as I twisted languorously beneath him, I decided to stop thinking about it and just immerse myself in this vast, warm ocean of sensual bliss.

“Henry,” I panted, “I want you inside me.”

Immediately, he moved up my body and positioned the tip of his cock between my thighs. Both of us moaned as he slid inside me one hot, wet inch at a time. When he was buried so deep I’d have sworn I couldn’t take any more, he crushed his lips to mine and kissed me savagely, his tongue lashing between my lips, his breathing quick and ragged as he set a rhythm above me.

Then he went deeper. Harder. Rougher.

My head fell back, and I knocked his jaw with my chin. I gasped and dug my nails into his biceps, tears springing unbidden to my eyes as my body reacted to the brutal, ceaseless motion of his driving hips. I cried out with every violent thrust, I saw stars explode behind my eyes, I was positive this man was going to bruise and break me.

But I loved it . . . because I was doing this to him.

Every vicious stroke meant he couldn’t hold back. Every predatory growl meant he wanted more. Every rock-solid inch of his cock was hard for me—and I couldn’t get enough.

As soon as I pushed past the shock and pain of being fucked so mercilessly, I let myself go and embraced it fully. I lifted my hips to match his rhythm. I clawed at his ass, pulling him deeper. I put my lips near his ear and said anything I felt, words I’d never even thought about uttering before.

God, I love the way you fuck me.

You make me so wet.

I want to come on your cock so hard you can feel it.

Each dirty word seemed to push him closer to the edge. He moved his hands beneath me to grab my ass, tilting my hips up toward his and driving even deeper, the base of his cock rubbing against my clit.

I couldn’t talk anymore—my body was spiraling out of control, the tension pulling so tight I wasn’t sure I could take it. I felt the muscles in my lower body begin to contract just as the buzzing heat from the friction between us sent me rocketing higher and higher through space. Then, with one glorious stroke of lightning, everything inside me burst wide open, shattering me into a million pieces that glittered and burned like shooting stars. My body clenched and pulsed around his, and his pounded and surged inside me. We flowed into each other as we clung and kissed and held on tight, riding the wave until it finally crashed onto the shore, leaving us damp and breathless in each other’s arms.





“So what was it that made today so terrible?” Henry pressed both of my palms between his, like four hands steepled in prayer. We were in the bathtub, and I was lying back against him like he was a human recliner.

I sighed. “Today was terrible because once again, my fucking ex did something selfish and shitty that hurt the kids’ feelings.”

“What did he do now?”

“He told them they couldn’t come visit him the last part of their vacation because J.Crew Kimmy needs peace and quiet.”