“Care, I’m going to be hard anytime you’re in the same room as me for the rest of our lives.” He groans when I suck his earlobe and assault him with a slow ride. “I’m ruined now. In the best fucking possible way.”
I circle my hips in a small circle, forcing a new sensation. “This was beyond all expectations and dreams. Ah, yes. Keep doing that. Fuck,” Smith growls.
“This feels so good. Your cock is so big and thick. It rubs me the right way. I want to come again, filled with you,” I reply. The motion of circling and grinding is the perfect angle for my clit, and I feel the sensations of orgasm building again.
He takes my face in his hands. This time he tilts my face to the ceiling and licks a trail from the hollow of my neck up to the bottom of my chin. “Do that. Around my dick.”
I push myself down a little further. And in a quick move, with one arm around my back, he leans me down so I’m resting on the floor. Smith rubs my clit while he thrusts inside me, rubbing my G-spot with the head ofhis erection. I close my eyes with the uncontrollable bliss of this position. I tell him I’m going to come, and he leans forward so he can kiss my lips while I explode, my core clenching as much as it can around his girth.
I pant several long, drawn-out breaths, my chest heaving with exertion and pleasure. “I can’t even breathe, that was so good,” I whisper. The scent of sex and the candles warps my reality. It’s like coming to Jesus. Being rescued. Something burned into the core of my being.
“Please breathe. I wasn’t trying to kill you. I promise,” Smith says. “I wanted to make you feel good.”
Feel good. He wanted to make me feel good. Does he have any idea how trivial that sounds coming off the lips of a person who has saved my life? “Smith,” I chide, rubbing the good side of his face. “We knew the sex was going to be like this. This breathing entity of its own. We were made for each other.” His half grin fades as he realizes the magnitude of what we’re feeling together. “Now it will be a chore to keep us off each other because we’ve opened Pandora’s sex box.”
His eyes crinkle in the corners with that comment.
“I’m just glad it meant as much to you as it did to me. It’s why I wanted to wait. To make sure this was it,” he says. Smith winces as he draws himself out of my body. “That was the most pain I’ve ever been in,” he proclaims, grimacing as he wraps a hand around his slick cock.
I smirk. “Your invitation is open. Anytime.”
He kisses me on the nose and pulls me up to a seated position.
“The fur blanket is going to be sullied in mere seconds.” I raise one brow when I feel his come leak from me, warm and wet. “I never understood that in movies and books. Why do people have sex on fur? It can’t be cleaned easily, and it’s possibly the most impractical fabric to use.” I sigh and shift positions to try to dodge the inevitable. Smith pulls me into him, kissing me breathless.
“Maybe they want to mimic a There’sSomething About Maryhairstyle, though? Except on fake animal fur.”
“That’s just weird,” I say, my lips brushing his. With his arms wrapped around me right now, I feel something I’ve never felt. “You make me feel so safe. Like no matter what happens, I’ll always be okay because you’ll protect me. It’s so cliché.” But also so true.
“Always,” Smith says, his face buried in my hair. “I’ll always protect you from everything. On my honor.”
You know how when you’re a little girl playing dolls, Ken walks Barbie down the aisle when they get married? It’s mostly because you don’t know any different, but also because he’s the only man doll. Even when I grew up, I liked that idea more than a father figure doing the walking. It’s Ken who is changing your life. It’s Ken who will drive the convertible back to the pink mansion. It’s Ken who is rescuing. It’s Ken who is protecting.
Now that’s cliché.
And it’s also the one truth I’m now positive of because Smith Eppington is my Ken. And I want to marry him and keep him forever.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Smith
I leftCarina sleeping in our bed. The windows were wide open, and the fresh air was cool and smelled like morning. Her naked body was half concealed by white sheets, and parts and pieces of her skin played peekaboo. Long brown hair fanned across her pillow and mine. Her eyelids fluttered as a signal of deep sleep. As I stood there debating on whether I wanted to wake her up to kiss her goodbye, I took stock of everything I love. Every breath passing through her plump pink lips. All of her: every last fragment. The weak ones, the strong ones, the ones that can’t be defined.
I left her sleeping. I didn’t wake her. I didn’t kiss her for fear of waking her and disturbing the perfect moment.I didn’t say goodbye.
“Epp. Epp,” someone calls.
I turn toward the voice, dragging myself from my daydream. I raise my brows and nod in my chief’s direction. “What’s up?” I ask.
“You need to go sit in on the brief. Now,” he says.Everyone is on high alert. The offices are bustling with people who aren’t usually here. Phones are ringing off the hook, and smiles and jokes are replaced by serious expressions and goddamn briefs. I always do as I’m told.
“Yes, sir,” I reply with a quick head tilt. I set off for the conference room and walk in to a bunch of men in uniform talking loudly.
There are always reports of horrendous attacks that may happen. Few actually come to fruition, but today, we’re dealing with intel of something larger. Something much, much larger. Moose slides me a tablet when I take a seat next to him. Zane, a SEAL seated on my other side, rambles curse words under his breath at record speed.
“It’s happening,” I say, as much as I ask. I’ve been preoccupied, my mind revisiting making love to Carina on replay. We had sex in three rooms of our house last night. I took her in every position imaginable. I came more than twice in one night, and I’m still hard just thinking about it. So while this horrible news isn’t unexpected, it’s surprising.
I click on one link. And then another. Sweat beads on my forehead even though this is the conference room where the AC is broken, and it runs constantly. Maybe it’s purposeful. I’m not sure of anything right now. I can’t be.
