But before I can spiral, she crashes into me from behind, arms around my waist, laughter bright and triumphant.
I whip around, grabbing her and lifting her with a playful growl. “You little brat.”
She grins up at me, breathless and pink-cheeked, body slick and soft as she wraps her legs around my waist. “A brat who won.”
My cock throbs between us, digging into her thigh. All I’d have to do is shift her a few inches and I could slip inside, fuck her hard right here for anyone to see.
“Can I have my prize now?” she asks breathily, trailing her lips across my throat.
My fingers tighten on her ass and unable to help myself, I grind against her, committing her responding moans to memory.
“What do you want me to do, darlin’? Want me to get on my knees and worship the pretty pussy that’s leaking all over my dick? Or do you want me on my back so you can ride me? Just say the word, I’ll do it.”
Anything.
Everything.
“I wanna explore you, Kade Archer,” she whispers, fingers trailing over my chest as she drops her legs, sliding down my body. “Explore the man who claims I’m his.”
“You are,” I growl, hands tightening around her hips.
She steps closer, lips brushing my peck. “That makes you mine, right?”
There’s vulnerability in her hazy eyes as she blinks up at me.
“All fuckin’ yours, freckles,” I promise, tone soft but sure. “All of me.”For always.
“Then that’s what I want,” she breathes, hands skimming my ribs. “To learn every inch of you.”
And she does.
Taking her time torturing me slowly, softly, reverently.
She circles me like prey she’s finally caught, like she’s gonna savor every inch.
Her hands glide over my back, mapping me, committing me to memory. Her lips follow, brushing over every muscle, every dip and scar. When she reaches my chest, her mouth pauses at the thick shrapnel scar slicing across my shoulder, and like shedoes every time she sees it, her finger trails the ridges and slopes, following the path with her lips and tongue.
Like she’s apologizing and thanking me all at once.
Makes no damn sense, but it cracks and twists something inside me anyway.
My eyes flutter shut, a groan catching in my throat.
Georgia whispers quiet words across my skin, too soft for me to hear, and continues her exploration until I’m vibrating, barely standing upright and seconds from snapping.
“Baby,” I murmur, shaking my head with a thick swallow. “I’m losin’ my mind here.”
“Lose it,” she whispers, biting down on my nipple. Ecstasy shoots through me, fast and hard. “You won’t need it.”
And then she drops to her knees before me.
She doesn’t touch my cock. Doesn’t rush.
She cups my scarred thigh—the one with the worst of the damage—and runs her hands over it slowly, carefully, massaging gently. Kissing the puckered skin like it doesn’t ruin me. Like it doesn’t still burn on bad days.
“What are you doin’?” I rasp, threading a hand into her hair, cupping her and drawing her closer.
“You’ve been working too hard,” she murmurs, lips sliding over my knee, my calf, and thigh along with her hands. It feels so damn good, I nearly cry out. “I know it hurts.”
