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.
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 between her legs. All it took was the slightest pressure of his thumb and she was crying out as a shockingly powerful orgasm took her over, one that almost seemed to radiate out from her heart.
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 called 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 pull out.”
“No, you don't.” If he left her now, she'd feel so empty. “I'm on the pill. And I'm safe. I swear I'm safe.” Physically 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.
“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 pulled his mouth down to hers and whispered, “Again,” before she kissed him passionately.
And then, he was taking her fast and hard and she was right there with him, their bodies slamming together. Slick skin sliding against slick skin. Mouths biting, sucking. Hands grabbing, pulling. She felt the first shot of his hot ejaculate against the very back of her vagina and she groaned at the extreme pleasure of taking all of him, his very essence, inside of her. Her body reacted with a flood of moisture in the tightening of her inner muscles around his huge shaft, milking him.
Loving him.
* * *
He never wanted to let her go.
Luke started at his unconscious thought. What the hell was he thinking?
Of course he was going to let her go. Just as soon as he'd worked the craziness out of his system, just as soon as he'd had his fill of her heat, her warmth, she'd return back to her normal life. And he'd return to his.
Things would go back to the way they were supposed to be.
The harsh reality of his thoughts made him suddenly realize his knees were killing him on the hardwood floor. Moving slowly – not wanting to let her go, damn it - he maneuvered them both onto the couch, lying back and pulling her body over his like a blanket. Her head settled in at the crook of his shoulder and they lay there together, both catching their breath.
And despite reminding himself that this lapse with his sexy-as-hell sister-in-law was going to have to come to an end in the very near future, over and over, his brain replayed what she'd said.
I love you because you're good.
I love you because you're honest.
I love you, Luke, because of everything you do and everything you are.
The most amazing thing of all was that she could say those things to him when he wasn't being fair to her. When he wasn't being good. Or honest.
All his life, he'd had a role to play. His brother, Travis, had been the dog. The player. So Luke had taken the opposite side. He'd been the good guy. The honest guy. The safe guy.
It wasn't until last night