Free Love Me by Bella Andre Page A

his expression, apart from the clear desire he felt for her.
    She could feel tears coming again. Dammit, why was she crying every single time they had sex? Why couldn't she just concentrate on how good it felt? On the fact that every one of her sexual fantasies about Luke was coming true?
    Ducking her head so that he wouldn't see—even though he already knew she loved him and real y, what more was there to give to him?—she was surprised to feel the back of his hand beneath her chin tilting her face back up.
    “How can you love me?”
    His words were a raw whisper. She was surprised by the depth of pain beneath them, by the fact that he didn't seem to know just how wonderful he real y was. Their bodies stil entwined in the most elemental of ways, she raised her hands to his face to run her fingertips over his lips, his jaw, his eyebrows. “Wel , you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen, for one.”
    But when he frowned, she knew now wasn't the time for teasing, for easy lines she could feed to any guy.
    “I love you because you're good.”
    Lost in her emotions, she unconsciously shifted her weight on him and as his thick shaft somehow slid in even deeper, on a gasp of pleasure she said, “I love you because you're honest.”
    Her nerves endings were on fire, not just at the tips of her breasts, not just between her legs, but also the ones inside her chest, where everything she felt for Luke began and ended.
    “I love you because you always took care of my sister and I always knew she was safe with you.”
    The tears were fal ing now, along with spirals of incredible pleasure which were rippling al across her skin. There was nothing she could do to stop either of them.
    “I love you, Luke,” she final y whispered in a voice that shook from the powerful sensations taking her over, body and soul, “because of everything you do and everything you are.”
    She even loved him despite the fact that she knew he would never love her back, despite the fact that his eyes were dark and unreadable as he listened to her reasons for loving him.
    Hating her endless, stupid tears, she fought desperately for control. Wanting to do something, anything to try and guard what was left of her heart, she shifted her weight on his lap to take him deeper.
    “And I absolutely love your cock.”
    The next thing she knew he'd shifted them so that her hips were right at the edge of the couch. Again and again he drove into her, harder and deeper with each thrust. One of his hands fondled her breasts while the other moved to her clit. Al it took was the slightest pressure of his thumb on the hard nub between her legs and she was crying out as a shockingly powerful orgasm took her over, one that almost seemed to radiate out from her heart, rather than her pussy. She heard him say, “You're amazing, sweetheart” as she was coming down from her climax. And although it wasn't even close to the same thing as being in love with her, at least it was something.
    At least he'd cal ed her sweetheart.
    She could see how tightly clenched his jaw was, how much effort it had cost him not to come with her. She wished he had, wished he had completely lost control, wanted to know that she could do that to him. He ground out the words, “I need to pul out.”
    “No, you don't.” If he left her now, she'd feel so empty.
    “I'm on the pil . And I'm safe. I swear I'm safe.”
    Physical y at least.
    Because the truth was that she'd just put her own heart in the most dangerous position imaginable. Even for how huge he already was, she felt him grow bigger at her words, thicker, harder.
    “Fuck, Janica, I'm gonna come.”
    His rough words, said with such heat, sent a new rush of arousal flooding through her. It wasn't going to be the first time she'd had multiple orgasms.
    But she was pretty damn sure it was about to be the very best.
    “So am I.” She pul ed his mouth down to hers and whispered, “Again,” before she kissed him
    passionately.
    And then,