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“Mmmm,” she hums. “I can’t believe this washboard is all mine.”
“What?”
“You know?” She drags a finger along my stomach. “Washboard abs?”
I shrug the rest of the shirt off my shoulders, tossing it to the ground.
“Allllll mineeee,” she says again possessively. I pluck the hat off her head and place it onto mine while I contemplate all the things I want to do to my cowgirl tonight. “Stop looking at me like that!”
“Like what?” I ask innocently, drinking in every inch of her gorgeous body.
“Like I'm a T-bone steak,” she says with a serious expression that’s now decided my first course of action.
Crawling off the bed, I grab her ankles and drag her so quickly to the edge of the mattress, she yelps with laughter. I fling the hat across the room and lean over her, bringing my mouth to her ear as my fingers play with the silk of her nightgown.
“We’re not alone in this house, so I’m going to need you to be quiet tonight. Do you think you can do that, noisy girl?”
“I’m not an animal, Elijah. I think I can maintain my composure for one evening.”
“Mm-hmm, that’s not how it seemed when I fucked you in the library,” I counter with a smirk, thinking about the bite mark that almost left a welcome scar.
Her playful eyes turn serious. “I don’t want you to fuck me tonight, Elijah. You made me a promise on my birthday. I want you to keep it.” Every molecule of air in the room shifts as that promise echoes in my mind.
Then we’ll make love so good you’ll never forget mine.
I slide down her body and drop to my knees between her legs, inhaling deeply. Her sweet scent pulls me toward her like a hunter to its prey. My palms slide up her thighs, and I use my pointer finger to toy with the edge of her lace underwear.
“Do you even know what you do to me? I'mstarvedfor you,” I rasp out, panting as I try to remind myself she wants to make love tonight.
She doesn’t want dirty role playing, Elijah.
She just wants me.
Raw, unfiltered, anddesperatelyin love.
I run my hands along her hips and in one quick motion, rip the side of her panties like paper.
“Elijah!” she chastises as I rip the other side before tossing it to the ground. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
A low chuckle escapes my lips. “We can buy you new panties after the bookstore.”
“Fine,” she huffs with a smirk. “But you have to let me get at leasttwobooks for my troubles.”
“I’ll buy you the entire damn bookstore if you’ll let me do this for the rest of our lives.”
Grabbing her foot, I kiss each of her toes, place a soft kiss on her ankle, and place it back on the bed. I slowly make my way up her body, planting kisses as I drag my stubbled chin against her thighs, the way I know drives her crazy.
I glance upwards, and she’s grinning toward the ceiling with her eyes closed—relaxed and perfectly content. I finally feel like things are back to normal between us. I dip down, swiping my tongue against the sweet spot between her legs.
A groan escapes my throat. “Fuck, baby.”
“What?” she asks breathlessly.
“I wanna make love to you tonight, but the taste of you turns me animalistic.”
“Really, Elijah?” She drags her fingers through my hair. “Animalistic?”
I nibble the spot between her pussy and thigh, and she shrieks.
