“That’s it,” I grit out, my voice tense with desire.
She comes in a series of little cries, her body so tight around me. I focus on her as she rises and falls against me, consumed by her desire. It takes a solid effort to keep from joining her, but no way am I cutting her short. Not after what she shared.
She comes down, breathing fast, and wraps her arms around my neck.
I hold her against me while her heart pounds into my ribs.
“Ohmygodthat,” she pants, “wasincredible.”
I caress up the curve of her spine. Deep inside her, my cock twitches. “I think we can do better.”
She laughs into my neck. “Now who’s trying to prove something?”
I inhale the lemony scent of her hair, then gently roll us over. Her blonde curls look silver splayed out on the pillow in this low light, and her eyes have that languid bliss of the recently fucked.
Time to give her more of that feeling.
“The only thing we’ve proved so far is how irresistible my cock is.”
Her eyes widen, and she smirks. “So it’s all about you, hmm?”
I give a slow, firm thrust. “Yep. After this, you won’t be able to think about anything else.”
“After this, I won’t be able to walk.”
I laugh, but inside, I am absolutely crowing from the rooftops.
She reaches for the crook of my shoulder, then caresses down my chest, her eyes going still. “Does that mean we can do it again?”
Something inside me cracks. Does she think this is some one-night stand for me?Shit. What have I done to make her think that?
“That sounds like an invitation,” I say, unexpected frustration fueling my pace.
Her breaths quicken and more color splashes up her chest. I arch down and suck her nipple between my lips, tugging just a little.
Fuck, her tits are a dream. Full and so soft, her peaks dark with desire. Begging for my mouth.
“Yess,” she sighs.
I swallow my laugh and thrust harder because I can tell it’s working for her, and no way am I passing up an opportunity to make her come again.
If that doesn’t prove that this garbage she’s been carrying around doesn’t belong to her, then I don’t know what will.
It makes me feel even better about kissing her in front of Russet tonight. He never deserved her in the first place. Maybe now he’ll walk away for good.
Meg cries out—a mix of surprise and bright joy.
“There it is,” I say, unable to hold back my grin.
She barks a laugh. “Shut up.” Her body tightens around me and she arches to get me closer.
I give her a firm thrust. “Let’s hear it, shortcake. No holding back this time.”
Her hips rock to meet mine and her eyes tense. She gulps a breath, and the cries that come out are sharp and needy. The kind of pleas I could get used to.
Or go mad craving.
I savor the final notes of her climax and the warmth of her body wrapped so tight around me, the room filling with the rhythm of our heaving breaths and the tap of skin on skin. When she comes down, her thighs trembling, my release is already simmering at the base of my core.
