“Back to the club?”
“We don’t work till eight, baby.”
“Yeah, I know.” I look around. “You’re settled in, so…”
Understanding dawns. “Ah, I think I see what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“You do?”
She nods, pulls away. Takes my hand, leads me to the couch, spins me in place so I’m walking backward. She pushes me backward until the couch hits the back of my knees, and shoves, hard, so I fall into the cushions. She follows me, straddling me.
“You’re not going anywhere, mister.”
My heart slams in my throat. “No?”
“Unh-uh.” She slings her arms around my neck, forehead to mine, whispering so softly I have to strain to hear. “You’re right where you belong.”
My hands twitch, tighten, sliding up her back. “Shit, Myka. I didn’t want to assume.”
She laughs, like I’d told a dumb joke. “Rev—honey.” She pulls back, palms to my cheeks, holding me so I have no choice but to look into her eyes. “You’rehome.”
My eyes burn. “Home.” I’m choking on my heart, which is in my throat.
She kisses me, brief but deep. “This isourcouch.Ourkitchen.OurTV.” Sliding off me, she pulls me to my feet. Leads me to the bedroom. Turns and walks backward toward the bed, pulling me after her. “This…isourbed.”
The burn builds behind my eyes. “Fuck, Myka. You’re killin’ me, here.” I squeeze my eyes shut.
She kisses my eyes, moving me to sit on the bed. I feel her move, but I’m focusing on controlling the burn. Then she’s pulling at my shirt. I let her. She yanks my boots off, peels my socks off. My jeans, underwear. I cooperate, eyes closed.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” Her voice is so soft I can’t possibly deny her.
So I look.
She’s naked. Hair loose, all sunlight and honey around her face and shoulders. Breast heavy teardrops, pink-tan nipples thick and erect, ready for me. Flat belly, thighs together, not quite hiding her lush sex, the delicate thatch of curls.
Fucking perfect. So beautiful my mind explodes, my heart aches to see her, my soul throbbing and overflowing that I get the privilege of evenseeingthis angelic woman naked. Much less the glory of her curves in my hands.
She moves between my knees. Her sex slides against my cock, her breasts brushing my clavicle. Arm winding around my neck, she nuzzles her nose against mine.
“Make love to me, Rev. Please?”
How could I possibly resist? I don’t try. Fuck no.
I lie back, taking her with me. We move onto the bed, sideways. She straddles me, lying on me and curling her arms under my neck, cradling my head to crush me into her kiss. Her mouth is wild and eager, and my cock goes so hard it hurts. She slides her pussy against me, teasing, wetness grazing my hardness. I moan, but all I can do is fill my hands with her skin, palming her ass, her spine, her shoulders, her hair, which is cool and smooth as it filters through my fingers.
She angles her hips, tilts, her seam catching my tip, and then she takes me, all of me, all at once. She cries out, head thrown back, eyes closed as ecstasy washes over her features. I groan, burying my face between the lush silk of her tits.
She sinks down, ass to my hipbones, grinds, rolls. “Fuck, Rev—fuck, you feel good inside me.”
“Home,” I whisper. “NowI’m home.”
Her moan is breathy, as if my words felt as good in her heart as my cock does sheathed inside her pussy.
I reach between us, thumb finding her clit, and she gasps, hips lifting helplessly as my thumb works her. Slamming down hard, she braces her palms on my chest, hair wild around us, shoulders hunched, spine curved—lift, sink down to take me, moaning, again and again.
“Fucking beautiful,” I snarl. “So fucking beautiful.”
She responds with a whimper, chin dropping to her chest, eyes flying wide to find mine. “Gonna come now, my love.”
