Reckless In Love (The Maverick Billionaires #2)(65)

“Jesus.” He moaned into the sweet, hot pleasure of her body around him. “I love you.”

He could never say it enough, never hear it enough.

She said his name, and he went deep and high inside her. Harder, faster, deeper, until there was just her skin against his, her sweet and sexy scent floating in the air around him, her luscious taste on his lips, her body convulsing around him, pushing him to the edge right along with her.

All his emotions broke free. All his pleasure. All his love as he tumbled with her right into the eye of the hurricane. “I love you, Charlie. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. Never knew I could love like this.”

“I did.” Her whispered words came on a gasp of pleasure a beat before bliss took them over completely. “I knew.”

* * *

The full moon shining through the balcony doors lit up the room, and a cool wind blew in off the Bay, but Charlie was wrapped in the sweet, warm cocoon of Sebastian’s arms in the king-sized bed. She loved curling up next to him, loved falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, loved waking to the feel of his hands doing delicious things to her.

Loved him.

And he loved her too.

Sharing those words had been earth-shattering, making her dream of a different future than she’d ever imagined for herself. Especially with the way he’d been so kind to her mother today. Her heart was still touched each time she remembered him at her mother’s feet, holding her hands, his emotion spilling over.

She didn’t want to move. She wanted to drench herself in his scent, snuggle into all his hard muscles, and sleep beneath the comforting weight of his arm over her. But she hadn’t been in her workshop since the morning of the gala, hadn’t welded a single horse’s joint in three days. If she stayed in Sebastian’s house and his bed, she’d never finish anything.

She knew she should go. Work. At least think about work. Or be independent in some way about something. But, oh, it was difficult to even think of leaving Sebastian’s bed, to willingly give up all the pleasure that was only a kiss, only a caress away.

As if he sensed the direction of her thoughts, he stirred, then began to slowly slide his hand over her stomach. So slowly that by the time he reached the vee between her legs, she was arching into his touch.

“I know I’ve taken you too many times already—”

She rolled to face him, her naked breasts pressed against his broad chest. “There could never be too many times.”

He kissed her hard and hot, devouring her. “Never,” he echoed against her mouth. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

She wound her arms around his neck and rubbed sinuously against him. “You said you like it when I’m greedy, and right now, I want more.” More and more. Sebastian was right—there would never be enough.

He pulled her on top, and she nuzzled his chest as he slid his hand between them.

“I love the way you do that,” she said against his salty skin and the light fur of hair.

“What?” he murmured against her ear.

“The way you like to touch me. Always kissing me, putting your hands on me.” She sighed out her pleasure, gently rocking on him. “Making me crazy.”

“I love the silk of your hair against my skin.” Her hair was a mess, its tendrils all over him. And she loved that he loved it. “What do you want?” he whispered.

“You.” She rolled her face against his chest, her hips creating a rhythm against his hand. “Now,” she added, her voice a breathy plea.

He donned protection, then rolled with her almost lazily until they were wrapped around each other in the most beautiful way possible. “Mmm.” It was all she could manage.

He was slow and sweet, building the sensations, his body surrounding her, the covers warm against the chill of the night wind off the Bay. She could almost be dreaming, almost be asleep, her eyes fluttering their pleasure beneath heavy lids. The explosion when it came was pure bliss as they shuddered together, the pulse of their pleasure simultaneous.

And then she fell down into something like sleep, holding him inside a few moments longer. She would always want and need a few moments more, she thought dreamily. She would always want more of him...

* * *

An idea for the horses came to Charlie in the middle of the night. One so vivid that it woke her up.

She used to make the mistake of thinking she’d remember her middle-of-the-night thoughts, but come morning they were always lost to the darkness. Unless she wrote them down.

It had never been this difficult to get out of bed at three a.m. before. Given that she was sleeping with the most gorgeous man on the planet, curled in his strong arms, it was no wonder she hadn’t been able to rouse herself to do some work earlier. No one would have been able to resist Sebastian’s touch, his kisses.

Fully awake now—and he was dead asleep this time—she took care to slip soundlessly from the bed. She had no idea where he’d tossed any of her clothing in their mad rush to tumble into his bed earlier that evening, so she pulled his shirt over her bare skin. It smelled mouthwateringly of him, all male, all sexy, yummy... Stop dreaming, Charlie. She needed paper, a pencil. Not seeing any, she followed the moonlit path across the thick Persian rug to a small study. Stepping inside, she found a chair and a side table stacked with books and a bunch of sketchbooks.