She’s still kissing me, even as I lean her back, and she reaches between us and wraps her hand around me without ever pulling away.
I groan into her mouth, my hand slapping against the table to keep myself upright.
“Fuck,” I hiss, ripping my lips from hers. I glance between our bodies to where she’s stroking me.
She shuffles to the end of the table and spreads her legs, showing me that perfect, divine view. She takes control, urging me forward, gently swiping me through her folds.
Yeah, I might not make it out of this one alive.
“That’s good,” I grumble, watching. She knows I get off on being told or shown what she wants, and she’s really fucking proving that right now, She’s soaked, and I can’t describe how it feels to know she gets this effected before I’ve even touched her. I swallow, glancing up at her. “Condom?”
She bites her bottom lip and looks from our bodies to my face, positioning me at her entrance. All she does is shake her head, but she waits, with her warmth fucking beckoning me. Arequest or a demand, I’m not sure, but I know the answer. If she wants it, I’ll do it.
I slide one hand to her hip, brushing my thumb against the divet of her skin, and push myself inside her.
Her head falls back, a sharp breath leaving her throat. That’s not happening. I reach out, grabbing her by the back of her neck, and I force her to stay upright.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I bite out, slowly driving forward until I’m buried completely inside her. A low groan leaves my mouth as I bottom out. Her brow furrows and her mouth falls open. “You’re going to tell me what you want, and I’m going to give it to you. Remember?”
I thrust upward, the dining room table shifting back an inch at the force. Arden moans, her red hair falling in front of her face, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. I lean down and kiss her roughly, open-mouthed—hot as fuck.
She gasps when I reach between us and slide my fingers through her. It only takes seconds before she’s falling forward, clinging to me like she can’t stay up on her own. I guess she didn’t have to tell me what she wanted. I read her mind. She shatters around me, squeezing me tightly, bringing me closer to the edge with each pulse of her release.
“Oh, wow,” she says, breathlessly, her mouth on my neck. “More. Please,more.”
“How, Red?” I grumble, my grip tightening on the back of her neck. “Morehow?”
“Harder,” she whispers against my skin.
As she wishes.
I force her thighs further apart, driving my hips into hers. She’s tired now, hanging on for the ride, but spent. The feeling of her biting against the skin of my shoulder, how she grabs onto me to keep herself upright,all of it,it sends me to the edgequicker than I’d like. I’d prefer to give her at least two orgasms before I give myself one. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.
“Lean back,” I grumble, and she does. She scrambles out of my arms, and I slip myself out of her, gliding myself between her legs instead. I drag myself against her most sensitive spots, cherishing the way her eyes flutter at the feeling. I’m gentle with the pressure, remembering how she likes to be touched. I watch in utter fucking heaven as she crumbles again for a second time just like that, and I follow behind her. I groan deeply as I come, painting her skin with my release. The territorial beast in me nearly comes for a second time at the sight of her body marked by me. “Damn.”
The most beautiful image in the world.
She smiles up at me, sleepy and relieved. “‘Damn’is right.”
“Still feel the same way after some post-orgasm clarity?” I ask, brushing her thigh with my thumb, still pressed against her.
She lets out a little laugh. “I’m glad you brought this up. I actually think that conversation was a mistake. We were a bit too hasty.”
I smile, leaning down to kiss her softly. She reaches up to cup my face, deepening it, slowing down the pace of our mouths until it feels a bit like falling in love.
Her eyes search mine when she pulls away. “Nothing’s ever been clearer for me.”
I swallow, nodding, and kiss her again because I want to. “Yeah, I’m starting to realize that you might be the only thing that’s ever made sense to me, Red.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
arden
“How’s the book?”
I glance upward, wrapped in a blanket in the guest room. I sleep mostly in Carter’s room now, but I always read and take my bubble baths in here. It’s my comfort space. It’s more homey than my own home. I’ve bonded with these four walls.
I close it, resting it beside me. “Getting saucy.”
