The Unidentified Redhead (Redhead #1)(59)
Author: Alice Clayton

His breath belonged to me.

I enveloped him. I watched his face as he entered me, his eyes anchoring me as I stopped breathing. I felt the tears in my eyes as he filled me. He looked over the moon happy. I was frozen. I could not move. I was overcome with the sensation of him finally being inside me, and the feeling was beyond comprehen-sion. We both held still for a moment, lost.

Then I began to move beneath him.

Glorious.

I rocked my hips slowly, purposefully, driving him deeper into me. He let his breath out, and as I felt him penetrate me more deeply, I tightened around him, making him shudder. “So warm, you’re so warm. So … warm,” he chanted, sinking in.

He moved with me, making me shudder in turn as our rhythm increased.

I arched my back, and he pressed his lips to my br**sts. He raised up on his arms, propping himself above so he could look down at me, and I gazed up at his sweet face, overcome with emotion as I moved with him, matching each thrust with a forcefulness that was driving me over the brink.

He pulled out almost entirely, and then he slipped back into me, driving me up higher on the bed. My hips repositioned and he drove into me deeper, filling me in a new way, creating a different sensation for us both. I wrapped my legs higher around his waist and dragged my nails down his back, eliciting a hiss from him.

“Grace, I need to see you,” he groaned, withdrawing from me and then flipping me quickly so that he was on his back. I swung one leg over him and then straddled him. He grasped my hands firmly as I sank down slowly, taking him in as deeply as I could.

“Oh, God, Grace, that’s brilliant.” He moaned as I began to rock against him. His hands released mine, and he caressed my br**sts, rolling my ni**les between his fingertips, causing me to clench down tightly around him again, bringing another groan from him. My hands came up to my hair, losing them in it as I felt him, so hard, inside me.

He began to say my name, slowly at first, and then as my hips sped up, his hands gripped me tightly, and he sat up. I wrapped my legs behind him, this new position causing him to penetrate me more deeply, and I began to shudder.

The sensation of everything was too much, and the tears that had been in my eyes from the second he entered me now spilled over.

His words belonged to me.

I began to clench down around him, and I knew we were both close.

My mouth was right next to his ear, and I spoke his name repeatedly as he pushed into me. He felt amazing. He brought his head off my shoulder, urging me to meet his gaze. I was overwhelmed with emotion and the perfection of this moment.

“Open your eyes, Grace. Look at me,” he managed, as I dug my hands into his hair. I did what he asked though, and when he saw the tears streaming down my face, his own face broke into the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

“Oh, Grace. Gracie … I love … ” he started to say, but never finished. I placed my hand over his sweet mouth and whispered, through my tears,

“I know.”

The feeling of him inside me as I began to come, my shuddering and his shaking drove me over the edge, and with a throaty groan from both of us, we came at the same time.

I had the distinct honor of watching his angelic face as he came inside of me … the furrowed brow, the pursed lower lip, the clenched jaw, his whole face set in exquisite torture. It felt exactly right. We’d never taken our eyes off each other.

He was going to tell me he loved me. I would let him next time.

Making the sexiest groan I had ever heard, he collapsed against me, sighing sweetly, and wrapped his arms tightly around me, trying to get as close as possible. We fell back against the cool sheets, disentangling only to tangle once more as I felt the loss of him immediately.

“Don’t go … no,” I urged, wanting to keep him inside of me as long as possible. I cradled his head to my breast, running my fingers through his hair as he sighed contentedly, his breathing slowing. His hands traveled across my body, revisiting his favorite places, finally resting on my br**sts.

As I heard his Happy Sound, I felt a sense of lovely exhaustion and peace settle over me. I no longer cared what would happen tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.

With my Jack snuggled up against me in the most delicious way and his hands firmly around my br**sts, I sighed my own happy sigh and closed my eyes. I knew now, with certainty, I belonged to him.

About twenty minutes later, both of us still nestled into each other, he cleared his throat and lifted his head off my chest, where he had been contentedly drawing circles on my br**sts.

“Well now, I don’t know about you, but I think that was a fine bit of shagging, yes?” he asked, a glint in his eye.

“Yes, that was damn fine … but I do have one request,” I answered, stretching my arms behind me.

He looked back at me, concerned. “What, love?” he asked, as he pushed himself up to look at me fully.

“Can I eat that candy now?” I asked.

I heard him mutter the words “Candy … pfft,” and then I was whacked thoroughly in the head with a pillow. This time, my tears were from crazy-insane laughter as I attempted to defend myself from a pillow wielding, chastising, naked Brit.

There is really no defense against that.

Chapter 22

2:17 a.m.I woke up with a start and felt Jack clutch me closer in his sleep. I had been dreaming bad dreams, not nice dreams.

Sad dreams.

In the last one, Jack and I were standing across from each other, on opposite sides of a busy street in a crowded city. We were both trying to cross the street to each other and kept being buffeted back onto the sidewalk. Each time one of us would try to cross, another line of angry cars would rush past us, making it impossible for us to reach each other. Finally, he was tired of waiting and turned from me, walking away. That was when I woke up. It didn’t take a genius to figure that one out …

I pulled myself out of his tight embrace, and grabbing his shirt from the floor, I made my way back out to the sitting room. The fire was still burning, but it had burned down to just embers now, glowing like rubies into the darkness. I buttoned up, running a hand through my hair, and noticed the moon over the ocean.

It was full and round and seemed to be very close to the earth. I opened the patio door, and when I felt a cool breeze, I grabbed the throw that was on the couch. Wrapped in soft cashmere, I let myself out into the night and stood in the quiet. The only sound was the ocean. I breathed in the salt air, letting out the tension that had come with the dreams.

I stood silent, watching the moon and the sea, listening to the tides roll in and out, and thought about what had happened earlier in the night—the absolutely indescribable feeling of him inside me. Just thinking about it brought a flush to my skin.