Hot Docs On Call: Hollywood Heartthrobs. Louisa George

real. Tangible. A fist round his heart. Damn, but he’d never felt like this about a woman before—as if there’d been something he hadn’t known he’d been looking for, and now he’d found it. Like finding the last piece in a jigsaw puzzle. Complete.

      And it should have scared him. Hell, it did, more than anything. He’d been fine before he’d met her—he’d already felt complete, goddammit. He didn’t need a woman to make him more whole...but it also spurred him on.

      He nudged her thighs apart and dipped his head, tasting the hot slickness of her as she rocked against him, her moan intensifying, urging him on. She was so wet as he stroked his tongue across that tight nub of flesh, as he gripped her backside and trapped her in place. He could sense her orgasm mounting with the tightened grasp, the sob of delight. Each moan of hers elicited a groan from him. God, he needed to be inside her.

      When she shuddered he thought he might explode. When she called out his name he thought he’d die.

      But she was pulling him up, reaching for his zip, pushing down his shorts, finally freeing him from all constraints. He had to be inside her. To feel her around him, to feel her climax against him. ‘Condom...’

      ‘Yes. Yes. Yes.’

      He reached down to his shorts, pulled out the packet, sheathed in record time. And then she was taking control, wrapping her hand around his thickness, making him gasp.

      He looked down the length of her, saw the redness of her leg... ‘Wait...I don’t want to hurt you.’

      She gave him a smile that almost broke his heart in two. ‘It’s okay. You won’t hurt me. I promise. Jake...I want you so much. I want you.’

      He reached and bent her leg slowly so there’d be no danger of hurting her. Then she was pulling him into her, deep into her core, the silky softness wrapping around him, her muscles gripping him in a sweet tightness. His mouth covered hers in a desperate kiss, his gaze never leaving hers—the truth spinning between them, faster, mesmerising, intoxicating. If there was a heaven, this was it.

      She rocked with his rhythm, urging him harder, faster, calling his name until he could take no more. Pleasure, need and hunger slammed into him, and he groaned out her name, caught the first shudders of her release. Felt the thin ethereal threads that connected them tighten. Then and only then did he finally let go.