Beneath This Man (This Man Trilogy)(23)

My bra is unclasped and I’m turned to face him before he brushes my hair back with his hand. ‘Promise me you’ll never leave me.’

I look up into his troubled eyes. I can’t get used to this unsure part of him. I don’t like it, but he’s asking at least, not demanding. ‘I’ll never leave you.’

‘Promise me.’

‘I promise.’ I take his wrists one at a time and undo the cuffs of his shirt, then push it from his shoulders. He lets his arms hang by his side, his head dropped to watch me as I undo the button and zipper of his trousers. My palms slide around his hips and under his boxers to drag his trousers and underwear over the tight, smooth flesh of his arse and down his thighs, his thick, pulsing length jutting straight out from his hips invitingly. It triggers all sorts of desperate wants in me, not helped by his abdominals rippling under my touch as I skate my hands up his torso, marveling in his beauty.

‘I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.’ He steps free of his trousers and lifts me to him, my legs wrapping around him. I flinch when his cock brushes against my slickness as he carries me towards the wall.

I’m pushed up against the cold paint, feeling the hot, slippery crown of his erection pushing at my opening, breaching my entrance only a little. He breathes heavily and lets his head fall into my neck as if preparing himself for his invasion of me. I can’t wait. I swivel my hips and bore down on him, taking him all the way.

‘Oh, you fucking kill me.’ he moans as he stills inside me.

I want to tilt my hips and instigate movement, but I know from the jolting and twitching of him inside me that he’s holding back. I keep still and sweep my hands through his dark blonde hair while he gathers himself, his heart pounding so hard I can almost hear it.

‘Are you holding onto me?’ He brings his face up to mine.

‘Yes.’ I weave my fingers together around his neck and tighten my thighs.

He growls with approval and releases his hands from my back, planting them onto the wall on either side of me. He slowly eases back on a steady breath, then plunges forward on a sharp exhale.

I moan, the sensation of his hot, throbbing assault of me having me shifting my hands and clawing at his back. Resting his forehead against mine, he slowly begins rocking in and out of me.

I sigh on every plunge as he works me up steadily. Oh fucking hell, he feels so good. My grip begins to slip on his sweat dampened skin, our breath mingling together in the close space between our mouths.

‘Kiss me.’ he gasps, and I push my lips to his mouth, tackling his tongue. I feel a scream bubbling in my throat as he rears back and pushes forward sending me sliding up the wall. I clench my thighs to lift myself further and then bore down on him. ‘Good God, woman. What the hell do you do to me?’ He thrusts forward again and again, pushing me up the wall, swallowing my small cries as he kisses the life out of me. ‘I’ve waited all day for this.’ He hits me with another thrust. ‘It’s been the longest fucking day of my life.’

‘Hmmm, you feel so good.’ I’m reveling in his attention.

‘I feel good? Fuck, Ava, you do serious things to me.’ He bucks forward.

‘Jesse!’ I’m a despairing wreck. The calm smooth motions are fading fast, being replaced with firmer, more aggressive strikes.

‘Ava, wherever I’m going from now on, I’m taking you with me, baby.’

Thrust!

Holy Shit, I’m struggling here. My nails dig harshly into his flesh.

‘Shit, Ava!’ He fires into me, beads of his sweat dripping onto me. ‘You’re going to come.’

‘Hard!’

He mumbles in my mouth. I can’t hold back anymore. He strikes with ferocious power and I snap, the coils of pleasure peaking and firing off, my nails sinking into his flesh, my teeth gripping his lip harshly. I drop my forehead to his damp, salty skin where his neck meets his shoulder and rock my head from side to side as I jerk uncontrollably against his big body.

‘Ava!’ he shouts, as he pulls back and then smashes forward, slowly withdrawing before hammering into me again, finding his own release as wave after wave of contractions sweep through me.

He moans, then sinks us to the floor and falls onto his back, heaving and sweating. I drag myself up and sit astride of him, planting my hands on his slick chest and gently grinding myself on his hips. His arms fall back over his head as he looks up and watches me work us both down. We are both wet, out of breath and thoroughly satisfied. I’m exactly where I should be.

‘What are you thinking about?’ he puffs, looking up at me.

‘About how much I love you.’ I tell him the truth.

His lips curve at the corners and a look of pure satisfaction spreads across his handsome face ‘Do I still qualify as your God?’

‘Always. Am I still your temptress?’ I grin and circle my hands on his chest.

‘That, baby, you most certainly are. God, I love your grin.’ He gives me his own roguish one.

I reach down and pinch his nipples. ‘Bath, God?’

He jolts upright, nearly head-butting me in the process. ‘Shit! It’s still running!’ He jumps up with me still in his arms and still buried inside me, hissing as he grips me too hard with his bad hand.

‘Put me down!’ I try to peel my body away from his, but he just increases his grip.

‘Never.’ He takes us into the bathroom where we find the huge bath is not even three quarters of the way full. He reaches over to the waterfall tap and flips it off.

‘You could leave that bath running for a week and it wouldn’t be full.’ I say as he steps in and lowers us down.

‘I know. The designer of all this Italian shit obviously has no regard for the environment or my carbon footprint.’

‘Says he with twelve superbikes.’ I quip, and then sigh happily as I’m sunk into the lovely relaxing water, still astride his lap, still full to the hilt with his semi-erect cock. ‘I could look at you all day.’ I muse to myself, tracing my fingers from side to side across his abdomen.

He lays back and lets me have my way. I run my fingertip over every square inch of his hard, lightly tanned chest, swirling and flicking as I go. The silence is comfortable as he watches my delicate touch skating all over him. I work my way up to his neck, his chin, his lips and they part, his eyes twinkling as I lower myself to rest on his chest, my mouth meeting his.

‘I love your mouth.’ I say, dropping kisses all the way around the edges of his lips until I’m back to where I started. ‘I love your body.’ My hands drift down his arms, my tongue slipping into his mouth. ‘I love your crazy mind too.’ I coax his tongue from his mouth and lap gently as I trail my hands back up his arms until my palms wrap around his neck and my body arches into him.

He moans. ‘You make me crazy, Ava. Just you.’

I feel his big palms slide up my back until he’s cupping the back of my head and pushing me into him, our mouths continuing to work each other slowly, our bodies slipping against each other slightly. I know I make him crazy, but he makes me crazy too.

I pull back and look at my crazy man. ‘Crazy.’ I mouth.

‘ish,’ He smiles and lifts me from his lap, turning me until I’m sat between his parted thighs. ‘Let me wash you.’ He grabs the sponge and starts squeezing the hot water all over me, resting his cheek against the side of my head. ‘I need to talk to you about something.’ he says quietly. There is no mistaking his apprehension.

I tense all over. I don’t like the sound of this, which is quite hilarious because I’ve been willing him to talk. ‘What?’

‘The Manor,’

Okay, now I’m prickling from head to toe and it’s bloody obvious, which is even more hilarious because I’ve been wanting him to talk about this specifically. But his approach tells me I’m not going to like whatever is going to come from his mouth. He has ceased squeezing warm water over me, and I can literally hear those fucking cogs clanking around in his handsome head. What about The Manor? I do not like the direction of tub talk today. I want to get out and have a shower.

‘The Anniversary Party.’ The worry is clear in his tone and it bloody should be. I’m not going.

‘What about it?’ I ask nonchalantly. I’m not going to get myself worked up because I really, really am not ever, not in a million years, going. Never – no way. I want to turn myself back over, lay on his chest and put my lips back on his so he can’t talk.

‘I still want you to come.’

‘You can’t ask me to do that.’ I say calmly, but I’m feeling a little angry that he would even suggest such a stupid thing. Hang on…I agreed to this before I knew what The Manor really was, and Kate did too. Is she still going? I cringe. Bloody hell, she will as well. ‘You asked me to go before I knew.’

‘I gave myself a deadline to tell you.’ he says quietly.

‘Oh.’ I don’t know what to say. I found out before his time was up.

‘Are you going to avoid my workplace forever?’ he asks sarcastically. I don’t appreciate his tone of voice – not in the slightest.

‘I might do.’ I retort. Work place? Is he fucking kidding me?

‘Don’t be stupid, Ava.’ He recommences soaking me in water and presses a kiss to my temple. ‘Will you please just think about it?’