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She didn’t lie against me as she had been doing, though.
Nope, she sat up and leaned over so that her breasts dangled inches from my willing mouth.
I growled and did a partial ab curl, sucking her tit into my mouth and giving it a hard pull.
The hand that had somehow ended up in my hair clenched as pleasure rocketed through her.
Her other hand went to where the towel still lay across my hips and started to pull it free.
I lifted my hips and she partially rose off of me, yanking it free. All the while I kept licking her breast, sucking it and biting it.
“Jesus,” she breathed. “The things you do to me.”
The things I did to her? What about the things she did to me?
Kind of like right now.
She was pressing that small, soft palm of hers against my length and stroking it. She was unskilled, clumsy, and it felt like the best thing that had ever happened to me.
Her forehead was resting on mine, and the only thing separating us at this point was a thin sheen of sweat that had collected on my body the moment that she came near me.
The woman had the power to bring me to my knees.
“The things you do to me have no comparison,” I told her honestly. “You may not like hearing this but…you are the best I’ve ever had, hands down.”
She stiffened.
“And that’s because what I feel for you isn’t the same as what I felt for other people,” I told her bluntly. “You make me want forever.”
Her lungs drew in a deep breath, and I could practically feel the questions rushing through her brain.
“I don’t have a ring for you yet, because you hit me so hard and fast that I never could’ve prepared for you,” I told her, rolling so that she was underneath me.
Her hands went to my chest, abandoning the soft kneading she was doing to my dick.
She was staring at me like I’d just pulled the proverbial rug out from under her.
“I love you, Raleigh,” I told her. “I love you like a quarterback loves the feel of the laces between his fingers. Like a baseball player loves the feel of an old, worn glove that he’s put thousands of hours into. Like the goddamn sun and the moon. You’re it for me. You’ll be my wife one day. You’ll have my kids. You’ll grow old with me and drink sweet tea on our front porch with me. You’ll be mine, and we’ll die within a week of each other because neither one of us will be able to stand to be here without the other.”
I felt her tears on my lips as I kissed her.
“So that wasn’t a marriage proposal?” she teased, her breath hitching slightly.
“No,” I told her. “Because I want to do it right. I want to make sure that you have that memory. I want to embarrass the shit out of you and make you tell me yes in front of the entire world. Then I want you to throw yourself at me so hard that we both fall backward, and then get a perfect picture with you dropping your lips to mine.”
“You’ve really thought hard about this,” she teased, pushing up so that her lips could run over my jaw.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I dropped that box of condoms I was buying for my nephew on your face.” I bent down and kissed her, letting her feel every single ounce of love that I possessed.
That’s when our lovemaking got serious.
Her happy buzz had dissipated over the hours, and no longer was she under the influence of anything but me.
My kisses. My love. My desire.
I let her feel everything that I felt for her and more.
She gasped when my mouth moved to her breast, and one of her legs tightened around me when I went to move down farther.
“No,” she denied me, her hands going to my hair. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
I would’ve argued with her had I not had the same urgency currently coursing through me.
I just knew the moment I was inside her, I’d lose control. Hence why I was going to get her off first with my mouth.
But, never let it be said that Raleigh didn’t get what she wanted.
It never failed.
She asked, and I’d bend over backward to make sure that she received.
And if she wanted my cock inside her? Well, goddamn, who was I to deny her?
I gritted my teeth and crawled up between her legs, stopping the moment my cock head hit the overheated core of her.
We both hissed—her because my tip had hit her clit—and me because just the feel of her hot, wet, and ready was enough to send everything inside of me jolting into action.
“Shit,” I hissed, unable to stop myself.
