Page 175 of My Real Love Affair

“I think I’d like to have you in my bedroom,” she murmured against my lips.

“Lead the way, baby girl.”

CHAPTER 54

MELODY

Ididn’t walk him to the bedroom—I pulled.

My fingers speared through his hair, fisting, yanking his mouth back to mine the second the bedroom door clicked shut. We were a tangle of breath and heat. I had never really been a fan of afternoon delight, but with Austin, I was down to get naked any time of the day or night.

We both kicked off our shoes. I jerked at his belt while he jerked my shirt up. We were frantic and clumsy in our desperation to get naked. I couldn’t get close enough fast enough. A week without him had felt like three years, and every cell in my body was screamingfinally.

“Austin,” I gasped against his lips, walking him backward until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. “I need you.”

“I got you,” he rasped, stripping my sweater over my head in one fluid motion. The kiss broke for half a second and came back hungrier. Our tongues slid together. His hands were everywhere at once. He palmed my breasts through the lace of my bra, sliding down to cup my ass, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist. The friction was dizzying. I rolled my hips, greedy for more pressure. Morehim.

He lowered us onto the bed, the comforter cool at my back with him above me. I arched my breasts against his hard chest. “Off,” I demanded, tugging at his shirt. He stood up, reached one hand behind him, and jerked it up and over his head.

“Fuck me, Austin.”

He grinned. “I plan on it.”

I wasn’t actually asking him to fuck me. It was an expletive of appreciation.

He lowered himself over me. My mouth went straight to the slope of muscle leading from his shoulder to his collarbone, tasting salt and that unique Austin flavor. I nipped at his neck, and he groaned, the sound vibrating through me. I was suddenly ravenous. His lower body rubbed against me. His cock strained against his jeans and pressed between my legs.

“These need to go,” he growled, fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings. I lifted my hips so he could peel them down, taking my panties with them. His gaze raked over me. The raw hunger on his face made me shiver.

“Jesus, baby girl,” he breathed. “You undo me.”

I reached for his fly, freed the button, slid down the zipper. He sprang hot and heavy into my palm. With no hesitation, I stroked, thumb spreading the bead of moisture at the tip. His hips jerked.

I grabbed his arm and pulled, knocking him onto the bed beside me.

“Whoa.” He laughed.

I got to my feet and pulled his pants off all the way. I smiled as I stared down at my very naked man. Usually, he was always the one in control. But today I was feeling feisty. I knelt between his thighs without a word.

Austin’s chest rose and fell fast. He already knew where this was going. I kept my eyes on his face and watched the flare of hisnostrils. I had never done this for him. He was always the one to pleasure me.

“Baby girl,” he said softly. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to last more than thirty seconds.”

“Challenge accepted.” I skimmed my palms down his stomach muscles, carved from solid stone. A shudder rolled through his abs when I wrapped my hand around his thick cock. He groaned when I gently squeezed, adding pressure to the thick vein that curved along the underside, flicking my tongue so lightly at first it could have been a whisper. Then I tasted him fully, licked a deliberate stripe from root to tip, and watched his head drop back against the pillows with a guttural curse.

He was salt and musk and pure masculine power. I wanted every part of it. I lowered my mouth slowly, taking him inch by inch until the stretch of my jaw ached deliciously. I heard him suck in a breath as I did. My tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft. I reveled in the tremor that rolled through his legs, the reflexive jerk of his hips trying to thrust deeper. I took him deep into the back of my throat, proud of myself for not gagging.

I looked up. His eyes were open now, locked on me, pupils blown so wide they were almost black. The moment our gazes held, I felt the wild possessive rush of knowing I had undone him. Emboldened, I hollowed my cheeks until his fingers knotted in my hair. I listened to his moans and groans and let his response guide me. He wasn’t pushing or trying to control what I did. He just held on for dear life.

He said my name once. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was a man in pain. My hands slid up the hard cut of his abdomen, nails grazing every ridge, relishing in the quake I created in his body. When I cupped the tight weight of his balls in my hand, his curse melted into a wordless moan that vibrated through the entire bed.

I tasted the first salty hint of him at the back of my tongue, felt his thighs tense beneath my forearms, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to push him past coherence and all that control until he was a shuddering mess.

His fingers tightened in my hair, a silent plea or maybe a warning. I didn’t care. “Let go,” I whispered before I took him back into my mouth.

He grabbed my arms. “No. In you. I need—in you.”

I understood. There would be another time. I understood what he wanted. I wanted the same thing.