Protecting Her(93)

He steps up to me and kisses me as he unhooks my bra. I slip it off, then pull away from him and walk backwards to the bed. I kick my heels off and lie down, Pearce’s eyes on me the entire time. He stalks toward me, and my pulse spikes, wanting him, craving what he’s about to do to me. His strong hands grip my hips and he leans down and gently kisses my stomach. My breath catches at the feel of his light, airy kisses. He stops just long enough to slide my panties off, then his hands caress every part of me as he slowly kisses his way up my body, up the inside of my thigh, my hip, along my stomach, and up my chest. The feel of his lips grazing over my skin sends a shiver through me, followed by a flood of fiery hot sensations deep within my core. Sensations that keep building in intensity as his hand settles between my legs while his mouth teases my breast.

I grip his hair as the sensations overtake me, the tension releasing, pleasure coursing through my body. He positions himself over me and enters me with one forceful thrust. I inhale sharply, then breathe out as he begins a rhythm of deep powerful thrusts that recoil the tension in my core. It escalates as his pace quickens. Then I feel it once again. The relief. The overwhelming pleasure that has me calling out his name.

After one more powerful thrust, his body shudders from his own release, then stills as he hovers over me, out of breath. He lays a kiss on my forehead and then my lips. “I love you,” he whispers, then his eyes meet up with mine. “I love you beyond what I can even express. I never thought I could love someone this way until I met you. And each day I spend with you, I love you even more.”

“Pearce.” I smile at him and lift my hand to his cheek. “I love you too. So much. With all my heart.”

He moves off me to the side. I turn toward him, lying under his arm and hugging his chest.

I feel him kiss my head. “Happy Anniversary, sweetheart.”

I lift my head up and kiss his lips. “Happy Anniversary.”





CHAPTER TWENTY


20


PEARCE

I wake up and check the clock. It’s seven, which is too early to get up. But I don’t want to go back to sleep. I have other things in mind. Last night with Rachel was amazing and I’d like a repeat performance.

I brush her hair aside and kiss the nape of her neck. She stirs a little and a smile appears. “Pearce.”

“Good morning, sweetheart.” I leave kisses along her shoulder.

“That feels really good,” she says.

“My kisses?”

She smiles wider. “Not just your kisses. All of you.”

My naked body is pressed up against her and she can feel how hard I am. She reaches back and strokes me with her hand. I love how she touches me. How she feels. Her scent. She continues to touch me as I kiss her soft skin, my hand roaming over her body.

After a while, she turns around and kisses me, gently pushing me onto my back and straddling me. She lines herself up then slowly sinks down on me, her hands sliding up my chest, landing on my shoulders. I love it when she’s on top. I like gazing at her gorgeous body as she moves over me.

“You’re beautiful,” I say as my hands skim over her curves.

She leans down and puts her lips on mine, her soft hair falling over my chest. I grasp the back of her neck, keeping her at my lips and kissing her deeper. She moans, her hips grinding into me.

When I know she’s close, I flip her over onto her back. She smiles and grabs hold of me and I thrust hard and fast inside her until we’re both reveling in that deep satisfying afterglow, like we had last night.

“Let’s just stay here until we have to leave,” she says, catching her breath.

“That’s a very good idea.” I kiss her cheek, then down her neck, and along her collarbone.

She laughs. “Pearce, we should probably take a break before we do it again.”

“I don’t need a break.” I continue to kiss her. “I already want you again. I can’t get enough of you.”

The phone rings. I glance up and see that it’s my cell phone. My regular one, not the Dunamis one.

“Just let it ring,” I say, going back to kissing her.

The phone stops ringing, but then starts up again.

“Pearce, you better get it. Maybe it’s Garret.”

“He always calls your phone, not mine.”

“Just see who it is.”

I sigh and reach for my phone and flip it over. “It’s my father. It’s probably something about work. It can wait.” I set the phone down and pull her body into mine and resume kissing her.