Overlooked(1)(92)

“I need to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear. “I need to feel all of you around me.”

“Need is such a strong word.” I tease.

“It isn’t strong enough.”

I lead him to the bed and move him into a seated position against the headboard. This is my new favorite position, where we can be close while making love to one another. I love to watch his face contort as he thrusts into me. I love to be bare and exposed when I fly apart with his cock inside me.

We move together slowly and kiss through the movement. It transcends every other experience together. Our bodies move seamlessly against one another; where he goes, I follow. Where he thrusts, I take. Where I push, he pulls. We become one entity in motion.

“Kate.” Eric gasps a little as I grind into him. His lashes flutter and he stares at me with such deep emotion I almost come from the power of it. “I—”

“I know.” I whisper against his lips.

“I don’t think you do.”

I place a palm on his chest and curl my hips harder against him. He closes his eyes and rests his head against the headboard as I move. His fingers press into me territorially and that exact moment is when it hits me, hard.

I want this man in my life forever. I don’t care how. I just want to look at him like this every day and lose myself in the waves of passion.

“Eric.” I whisper his name because the pressure in my chest mounts. I can barely breathe through the growing buildup between my legs.

Before, it always came quickly and burned through me. This orgasm comes in cresting waves, threatening to diffuse and send me into a million pieces.

“Eric.”

“I know.” He says quietly, a moan escaping him.

“No, you don’t.”

He cradles my head and pulls me to him without a break in the gyrating of his hips. We are forehead to forehead, breaths quickened, vision blurred. I can’t stop the moans from spilling over my lips because I can no longer control my body.

The electric fingers of the mounting orgasm settle into my lungs and threaten to seize. Our eyes meet and I feel the emotions he can’t bring himself to voice. The longing that radiates throughout him.

The love that flows between us, hot and unspoken.

As soon as that word populates behind my eyes, that pesky little four-letter word, I finally succumb to release. I gasp out his name and tears spill down my cheeks. My entire body shatters and rearranges itself under his touch. I don’t know the sky from the ground and I’m flying through space and time.

His grunts increase and he thrusts against me harder, working my hips against his cock in a frenzy. He bites down on my shoulder and gasps as his own orgasm rips through him. We cling to each other while our heart rates settle, panting and dizzy.

“You’re going to be the end of me.” He murmurs.

“No,” I cup his face in my hands and kiss him softly, “we are the new beginning.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking.”

“I think it’s time to stop pretending, Eric.”

He doesn’t say anything, but I can see his thoughts warring against his heart. The struggle over what he wants. The struggle I know so well.

“I know what I want.”

“This is a chaotic time in your life.” He says it slowly and doesn’t look at me, which somehow makes it feel even worse.

“The chaotic period has passed. This is the resolution. I’m not helpless, okay? This is not something I’m clinging to as a sick sort of rebound.”

His face scrunches for a moment. “That’s not what I meant. I just don’t want to take advantage of you, Kate. I’ve done too much of that in my past. It’s not what I want for you.”

“What do you want for me?” I ask softly.

Again, the words stop up behind his lips. I can’t bring myself to say them either. I kiss him instead.

We have time to figure it out.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

ERIC



“Mr. Stevens?” Sophie’s face is taut when she steps into my office, which is never a good sign.

“This can’t be good.” I close the file laid out before me and recline in my chair. “Is it Williams?”

She shakes her head.

“Vivica Gattis?” Another shake. Shit. I stack my files together and toss them into a desk drawer. “All right. Send the asshole in.”

“Asshole? I knew we’d be friends.” David McArthur quips, letting himself in with a wink. “You’re my brand of man, Eric.”

“Glad to hear it.” Years in a courtroom keep my jaw from clenching. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Updates. I know you met with Kate’s lawyer recently.”