Chapter 89

She slid up and down, taking long strokes that milked her muscles against him. Her eyes opened, and she found his intense blue gaze on her. She took another stroke and saw what she was doing to him reflected in his eyes. There was no hate, no coldness in his eyes, just intense heat, pleasure, and desire.

He likes this. He likes it a lot.

It was a heady sensation, knowing she could make him feel like this. That she could give him pleasure. That she could erase the pain of the past from his eyes even for a moment.

Currents of pleasure slid through her, and she suddenly wanted more closeness from him. She wanted his kiss. His mouth on hers. But she also knew the impossibility of that happening. She wished it would happen one day.

So, instead of his lips on hers, she settled for another. She leaned down, moved her hands above his head, pressed her torso up against his face, and held her aching nipple to his mouth in a silent plea.

His breath hissed out