Malibu Betrayals by M.K. Meredith Page B

down the center dip of her abdomen, the firelight dancing with the shadows on his shoulders. Each muscle bunched under the effort to hold himself up. She yanked him closer.
    It was like trying to move granite. Strong arms slid under her knees and opened them wide. Then his hot, wet mouth found her and licked at her center, his tongue circling around and around. Her world went black, pressure pushing her higher, her lungs struggled to pull in air, and then she exploded in a bright light, her hips arcing, pushing against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure sliced through her. She fisted the bed covers, trying to fight against the building pressure.
    She needed him with her.
    He laved at her once, twice, lingering wherever she responded most intensely. “Almost. God, you taste so good.”
    His words turned her on and the pressure continued, a tight fist, low in her core that tried to flow hot and fast. Each lap of his tongue carried her higher again.
    How could this be possible? Light and easy. Light and easy. Desperate to touch him, to take him with her, she pulled at him to slide up her body and reached down around her thighs to find him, cupping his balls with a gentle pressure.
    He reared up, and holding her head between his hands, demanded she meet his gaze. “Look at me.” His voice was ragged.
    She resisted. “Now, Gage.”
    “Look at me.” His voice dragged along her nerves with its desperation. Did this mean something to him? Could it? No. He was Gage Cutler, movie star. He—
    “Sam.”
    She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her eyes locked onto his, and every fiber of her being became more sensitive than before.
    He released her to make quick work of a condom, never breaking eye contact. Sliding one hand back under her head and the other at her waist, he hesitated one second more and then plunged into her, holding her gaze as she went.
    She closed her eyes against the intensity, her core squeezing him, pulse after pulse.
    “Open your eyes. I want you to see me .” His command was hoarse.
    It took great effort to lift her lids. But when they locked eyes, her light and easy mantra abandoned her to the reality of his heavy and hard body, and he drove forward again. This time when she cried out, he followed only seconds behind, eyes locked with hers.
    He thrust into her, increasing tempo, and she pulled him in harder, deeper, her heels pressing against his ass. Her center twisted into white-hot pleasure, until with one endless stroke, she flew over the edge, his name on her lips. “Gage.” Her body convulsed around him again and again.
    She’d never experienced anything like it before.
    He followed right along with her, a long groan from deep in his throat.
    Her body pulsed from her center to the ends of her fingers and toes as he continued to hold her gaze. Ripple after endless ripple.
    She thought she might have died. But one thing she knew.
    Green. His eyes were definitely green.

Chapter Six
    Blue, his eyes were blue.
    Gage leaned over Sam, smoothing hair from her damp forehead. “You’re beautiful.”
    Muscles, liquid from too much heat, refused to cooperate, and she lay paralyzed. She stared into his eyes, always drawn toward them. His words were sweet, but she wanted to giggle, because she was so not beautiful. Very few were truly beautiful if they lived in a fifty-mile radius of L.A.
    Besides, beauty had been Ethan’s business, and he’d explained why she’d never make the cut. Her features weren’t quite symmetrical, the tip of her nose too perky—a bit too cute. Brown eyes would never be as desirable as blue or green, and looking into Gage’s, she might just have to agree. He was delicious.
    “That is just post-coital blindness.” She smiled and lifted her head to press her lips against his. Her belly tightened. How was it possible to want him again so soon, so badly? A rush of giddy energy washed over her.
    “Light and easy” was back as her book of life.
    Gage rolled onto his back