“Shaw,” she moaned as she sat up on her elbows.
I moved my thumbs lightly, teasing her through the silk panties as I kissed up her thighs, never breaking eye contact until my mouth replaced my thumbs and softly kissed her panties, changing the timbre of her moans. Encouraged, I grinned and replaced my thumbs with my mouth.
“Take them off,” she pleaded.
But I continued my ministrations, my hand claiming her breast and teasing her nipple through the bra, as her hand dove into my hair, gripping it tightly, sending a jolt straight to my already on-edge dick.
She arched her back and breathed out, “More.” Her free hand went to her panties, yanking on them, attempting to pull them down.
I rubbed her center with my hand and said, “Allow me.”
I pulled off her panties, spread her legs, and didn’t hesitate, going straight to her center as a personal challenge to find out how high I could take her.
Her screams were so satisfying that I came embarrassingly close to joining her. She laid back on the ottoman, her legs still spread in front of me, panting nearly as hard as I was for a few moments before sitting up, grabbing my face, and kissing me deeply, tasting herself on my lips and tongue.
Pulling back, she looked at me, vulnerability and something else I’d never seen before etched on her face. Those three words I’d already given her…were they hiding behind that expression?
I wasn’t going to ask. But damn, I wanted to hear them.
I caressed her face, her mussed hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. I liked it down. Sure, the ponytail was usually her moniker, but her hair was beautiful down, cascading over her chest.
“You’re so damn gorgeous…” My voice hitched, and I cleared it as I skimmed my hands over her body. I threaded my hands through her hair and confessed my truth, “God, I love you.”
Her bottom lip trembled slightly before she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me close to kiss her again. “Take off your clothes.”
No argument here. Clothes gone. I couldn’t wait to get to a room. She slowly turned over, bent over the ottoman, her hair cascading down her back, and bit her lip as she stared at me over one shoulder. She couldn’t wait either.
I ran my hand over her ass and up her back, between her shoulder blades, moving her hair to the side so I could kiss up her neck. I breathed into her ear and felt her shudder. “You want me like this, baby?”
“Yes, so much.”
I reached my hand around to cup her breast, pinching the nipple and causing her back to arch. She reached her arm back, pulling me into her neck more.
“Don’t tease me. Do it.”
We both pushed into each other, not wanting any hesitation. As I gave her a moment to adjust to me, I ran my hand up and down her abdomen from her breasts to her mound teasingly.
Her breathing was ragged and heavy. “Move,” she demanded. I loved it.
I pushed her down on the ottoman, spread her feet…and I moved. The rest was a lust-filled blur. Thank God for the soundproof walls they installed because of the nightclub downstairs. We were both vocally describing our pleasure—boldly.
I ran my finger down between her legs, and she tightened around me. Her soundless moment of ecstasy had her insides gripping me, and her arm snaked back around the back of my neck, both things tipping me over the edge.
Through the fog of bliss, I wrestled my way back to reality.
I scooped her up and carried her languid body into my room—our room.
She was mine. She’d always been mine. And she would always be mine. And God help the person who ever got in the way of that.
The next morning, we enjoyed another memorable shower experience. I didn’t know how I would ever be able to use that shower without her. I laid on the bed, drifting off and pulling her back in my arms, when her phone rang.
Her head popped up. “That’s Grace. I can tell by the ringtone. I need to get that.” She sat up and grabbed her phone, smiling down at me. “Hey, Grace.”
Her smile disappeared, and she jumped out of bed. “What do you mean he’s there?”
Silence. I covered my eyes with my hand. Needle Dick. It had to be.
“No. No. I didn’t agree to that.” Kelcie’s voice rose, and she began to pace. “He said he was getting married and didn’t want—I mean, couldn’t take Aaron.” Kelcie halted. “What? He said what to you?”
