Love Needed (The Love Is Series) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Talea Botha
sighed. It meant everything to her when he said that. It was like he saw everything in her that she could never see in herself, and he loved her to death for it.
He kissed her again, pushing up against her, working her pants down to her knees, running his hands over her body under her shirt. She felt uncomfortable but he never let her hands go anywhere that she could stop him for. He was caressing her and kissing her and pulling her into him tighter, and even though she was worried it was comfortable being so close in his arms and hearing him mumbling compliments in her ears between the kisses in her neck.
Before she knew it her pants were off and he was running his hands up her thighs. She squirmed and pushed her hands against his chest again but he cupped her face in his hand, looked deep into her eyes and then planted kisses all over her face, finally getting to her mouth and she got lost all over again. He ran his hands down her back, and when she tensed up again he held onto her and then rolled onto his back so that she was lying on top of him.
"Will this make you feel better about it?" She nodded shyly, ran her hand through her hair and kissed him again. She felt more relaxed about everything. He had given her control so they wouldn't go further than she wanted. They were kissing furiously and he was sliding his hands down her sides. He rested them on her hips and let her kiss him all over his face and on his neck. She was getting lost in the moment, letting everything slip away, forgetting where they were and why she was there, forgetting he was a job and she was waiting to get information from him, forgetting Blackwell and the pressure they placed on her.
The next moment he locked his grip on her hips and suddenly he was inside her. She jerked her head back, shocked, and tried to lift herself up but he was holding her down and he started gyrating his hips.
"Ethan," she gasped, but he wrapped his arm around her hips to push her onto him, and pulled her face back against his with his free hand. Waves of shock and pleasure, betrayal and lust, flooded over her while she tried in a frenzy to make sense of what just happened. He kissed her hard. Then she pulled free and he let her go.
She looked at him, breathing hard. He was looking at her, smiling a gentle smile, and then he pulled her close to him and hugged her.
"Thank you," he whispered, "I knew you loved me."
She just lay there, letting him hold her. She felt strangely distant from everything and she was fighting her mind going blank. Then she got up, pulled her pants back on and locked herself in the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror and absent-mindedly fixed her hair. She wiped tears that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere off her cheeks. Her face stayed expressionless. Then she cleaned herself up, and went back to the bedroom.
He was standing at the window, looking out, but when he saw her he came to her and hugged her. She hugged him back but it still felt like she wasn't right here, in his arms. It felt like she was still standing on the other side of the room.
He tipped her chin up so he she looked him in the eyes.
"What made you do that for me?"
She was confused. Suddenly she couldn't remember exactly what happened. She tried hard to go through it all, frame by frame, like reviewing an old film. She knew what happened, but at the same time she couldn't remember it at all.
"It means so much to me," he pulled her close to him again and held her tight.
Her head was spinning and she felt sick. She didn't know what was going on anymore. She couldn't remember exactly what happened and it scared her. He loved her to death now, and it felt good, but panic and fear was gnawing at the back of her mind and she was starting to feel sick.
"Come on, I want to show you something."
He took her by the hand and led her out the sliding doors and onto the beach. The wind was tugging softly at her shirt and her hair, and her toes buried into the sand with
He kissed her again, pushing up against her, working her pants down to her knees, running his hands over her body under her shirt. She felt uncomfortable but he never let her hands go anywhere that she could stop him for. He was caressing her and kissing her and pulling her into him tighter, and even though she was worried it was comfortable being so close in his arms and hearing him mumbling compliments in her ears between the kisses in her neck.
Before she knew it her pants were off and he was running his hands up her thighs. She squirmed and pushed her hands against his chest again but he cupped her face in his hand, looked deep into her eyes and then planted kisses all over her face, finally getting to her mouth and she got lost all over again. He ran his hands down her back, and when she tensed up again he held onto her and then rolled onto his back so that she was lying on top of him.
"Will this make you feel better about it?" She nodded shyly, ran her hand through her hair and kissed him again. She felt more relaxed about everything. He had given her control so they wouldn't go further than she wanted. They were kissing furiously and he was sliding his hands down her sides. He rested them on her hips and let her kiss him all over his face and on his neck. She was getting lost in the moment, letting everything slip away, forgetting where they were and why she was there, forgetting he was a job and she was waiting to get information from him, forgetting Blackwell and the pressure they placed on her.
The next moment he locked his grip on her hips and suddenly he was inside her. She jerked her head back, shocked, and tried to lift herself up but he was holding her down and he started gyrating his hips.
"Ethan," she gasped, but he wrapped his arm around her hips to push her onto him, and pulled her face back against his with his free hand. Waves of shock and pleasure, betrayal and lust, flooded over her while she tried in a frenzy to make sense of what just happened. He kissed her hard. Then she pulled free and he let her go.
She looked at him, breathing hard. He was looking at her, smiling a gentle smile, and then he pulled her close to him and hugged her.
"Thank you," he whispered, "I knew you loved me."
She just lay there, letting him hold her. She felt strangely distant from everything and she was fighting her mind going blank. Then she got up, pulled her pants back on and locked herself in the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror and absent-mindedly fixed her hair. She wiped tears that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere off her cheeks. Her face stayed expressionless. Then she cleaned herself up, and went back to the bedroom.
He was standing at the window, looking out, but when he saw her he came to her and hugged her. She hugged him back but it still felt like she wasn't right here, in his arms. It felt like she was still standing on the other side of the room.
He tipped her chin up so he she looked him in the eyes.
"What made you do that for me?"
She was confused. Suddenly she couldn't remember exactly what happened. She tried hard to go through it all, frame by frame, like reviewing an old film. She knew what happened, but at the same time she couldn't remember it at all.
"It means so much to me," he pulled her close to him again and held her tight.
Her head was spinning and she felt sick. She didn't know what was going on anymore. She couldn't remember exactly what happened and it scared her. He loved her to death now, and it felt good, but panic and fear was gnawing at the back of her mind and she was starting to feel sick.
"Come on, I want to show you something."
He took her by the hand and led her out the sliding doors and onto the beach. The wind was tugging softly at her shirt and her hair, and her toes buried into the sand with
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