The image of it, her mouth on me, those beautiful eyes looking up at me, hits me so hard I have to close my eyes for a second.
My love.
My cock throbs in her hand but it’s my chest that takes the real hit. She said it easy, like she didn’t even notice, like it’s already just what I am to her.
“If you do that,” I say, when I trust my voice again, “I’m gonna come in about two seconds.” I open my eyes and look at her, flushed and beautiful and sitting in my lap with her hand wrapped around me like she belongs there.
Because she does. She has for a long time.
I’m finally admitting it.
“I want this to last,” I say. “Keep stroking me. Just like that.”
She obliges. Long, slow strokes, her wrist twisting just enough. Meanwhile I watch her and learn her. The weight of her breasts in my palms, full and warm and more than a handful. The softness of her skin under my thumbs. The way her breathing changes when I do something she really likes. A small sharp intake, her whole chest rising, her hand tightening on me in immediate response like her body and mine are on the same circuit.
Both of us sparking at exactly the same moment.
I can feel the warmth of her pussy even through the thin fabric still between us. The thought of her clit aching the way my cock is aching, of her being this wound up just from touching me, makes the pleasure coil tighter.
“You have any idea what you do to me?” I say. “Wearing my flannel in the morning with nothing underneath it buta pair of knee socks. Walking around this house without a clue what effect it had on me.”
“Maybe I knew.” Her hips roll forward again.
“Yeah?” I tweak her nipples between my fingers and watch her eyes go heavy and her lips part. Her rhythm on me falters. “Then you were doing it on purpose.” I pull her hips closer against me, closing the last of the distance between us. “Hoping I’d lose all self-control and bend you over, give you the fuck you’ve been begging for?”
“Yes,” she breathes. The word coming out breathless and vulnerable, but certain all the same. “It’s all I think about when you’re near me.” Her eyes meet mine. “When you’re not near me. All the time, Slade.”
I’ve been thinking about her all the time too.
Not just how much I’m dying to fuck her, either.
I’m thinking about her when I’m out on the range at six in the morning, trying to concentrate on moving cattle, but actually worrying whether she’ll remember to eat lunch in the middle of her install. When I’m fixing fences with Rafe and realize I haven’t heard a word he’s said in ten minutes because I’m wondering if Lila’s thinking about me too. Wondering if she’s got her music on at home, what new treasures she’s filling our house with. Lying awake at night with two doors and a hallway between us feeling like miles of impassable wall.
I want her. Not just her body, though God knows I want that too, have wanted it since the moment she climbed over that fence in a pink bunny costume and looked up at me with those brown eyes.
I want her hair on my pillow every day, not just because I lay her down at night to make love to her, but because that’s how we wake up every morning, still tangled together. I want to be the one she texts when something goes wrong and first one the one she looks for when she walks into a room. Iwant her softness and her empathy and that incandescent warmth she brings to everything she touches.
And that includes me.
I want that and I want it for as long as she’ll let me have it.
I don’t know how to say any of that yet. So I’ll show her instead.
I dig my fingers into her hips. “Show me, sweetheart. Let me touch that pretty pussy. Let me feel what’s mine.”
Chapter 34
Attached
SLADE
As I slide my hand down her belly, she inhales. Bites her lip.
Then she stops my wrist. “Not yet.”
I stare at her, bewildered.
She raises an eyebrow, sweet and completely merciless.
