Page 118 of The Equation of Us
“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough with restraint. “I want to be inside you the first time you come tonight.”
The implication that there will be multiple times sends another wave of heat through me.
As does the rough sound of his voice.
I watch as he stands to remove his remaining clothing, my breath catching at the sight of him fully naked—all lean muscle and controlled power.
He moves closer, his weight supported on his forearms.
“Look at me,” he says softly.
I do, meeting his gaze as he positions himself at my entrance. The first push forward takes my breath away—the sensation different, more immediate without the barrier between us.
“Okay?” he checks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“More than okay,” I manage.
He begins to move, establishing a rhythm that has us both breathing harder. The connection feels different this time—deeper, not just physically but emotionally. His eyes never leave mine, maintaining that intense focus that always makes me feel like I’m the only thing that exists in his universe.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he commands softly.
It’s a familiar request—Dean always wants to know my mind as well as my body. But tonight, the answer is simple.
“That I love you,” I say, the words coming easily now. “That I can’t believe I almost lost this. Almost lost you.”
His rhythm falters slightly at my confession, something raw crossing his expression. “You didn’t lose me,” he says, his voice rough. “You won’t.”
He shifts slightly, changing the angle to hit exactly where I need him most. The pressure builds rapidly, coiling tighter with each thrust.
“Dean,” I gasp, feeling myself approach the edge. “I’m—”
“I know,” he murmurs, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit. “Let go, Nora. I’ve got you.”
The combination of his voice, his touch, and the new sensation of nothing between us pushes me over the edge. Release washes through me in waves, my body clenching around him as pleasure radiates outward. Through it all, Dean watches me with that intense focus, like he’s memorizing every expression, every reaction.
As I come down from the high, he increases his pace slightly, his own control beginning to slip. I can feel him getting close, his movements becoming less measured, more instinctive.
“Nora,” he says, my name sounding like both a prayer and a curse on his lips.
“Stay with me,” I whisper, hands sliding up his back to pull him closer. “Stay.”
The simple request seems to break something inside him. With a low groan, he finds his own release, his body tensing above mine. The sensation of him coming inside me—warm, intimate, without barriers—sends another aftershock of pleasure through me.
Dean holds himself above me, his breathing ragged, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. After a moment, he slowly withdraws, his gaze dropping to where we were just joined.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with something possessive.
I follow his gaze, feeling unexpectedly vulnerable as he gently pushes my thighs wider, exposing me completely to his view.
His thumb traces through the evidence of his release now glistening on my skin.
It’s erotic.
Hot.
His intimate inspection makes me blush despite everything we’ve already done.
“Beautiful,” he says, his touch deliberate as he circles my still-sensitive clit with the slickness of his come. “Mine.”
