Page 89 of Dandelion Sighs

He rose, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down. Did I watch him jerk his cock free or hurry this process up and rip the condom open? I liked the show, but without his head between my legs, I was adrift. Too many thoughts could creep in between us.

He made the decision for me and did both at the same time, using his teeth on the condom while his other hand was wrapped around his hard dick. “I’m not taking the time to get that underwear off.”

He couldn’t get inside me fast enough. Now I felt like a boss, floating high on the afterglow of my orgasm.

Finally, he was sheathed and pushing inside me. Just what I needed. My panties twisted against my skin, but I didn’t care. I twined my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to mine. When his lips hit mine, I didn’t waste any time. He controlled the thrust in and out of my body, but I licked into him.

He opened for me, and I tangled my tongue with his. More. I needed more. I dug my heels into his ass. His butt cheeks flexed. If I could crawl into him right now, I would. He was my oasis from the world.

If only I didn’t need him so much outside of sex. If only he wasn’t so dependable. So desirable. So damn perfect.

His fingers dug into my hips, again like he was tethering me to him, to this moment, when I was about to soar away.

He tore his mouth away from mine to nibble along my jaw. “You feel so fucking good.”

I could only whimper in reply, clinging to him tighter. Our bodies clashing was enough friction for my sensitive clit to push me closer to another orgasm.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled into my ear, and shivers broke out along my skin. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

The way he said it—there was something heavier in his tone. “I’m yours.”

He cupped my chin and tilted my head up. “Stay with me, boss.”

There was more to those words. More than I wanted to take from them. “I’m here.”

I clenched my thighs. I wasn’t the boss. I wasn’t in control. But I was along for the ride.

The corner of his mouth tipped up, and he claimed mine again, pulling me into him tighter. I turned myself over to him. No more thoughts. Only feelings. Smothering pleasure. Euphoria. A fracturing. Like he could break me apart and be the only one to put me back together.

God, I loved this man.

My arms clamped around him so hard, and I soared. I was in love. Really in love. Down bad for this man who took care of me and built me up. I wanted to do the same for him. Could we be true partners?

His pace increased until we were both grunting and swallowing each other’s moans. When he changed the angle of his thrusts, I lost the hold I had on my orgasm and catapulted over the edge.

My cry went straight into him. He went tense, and warmth filled me. Ripples of pleasure rolled over me in bigger and bigger waves. One word echoed through my head.

Love. Love. Love.

I was in love with Jasper Duke.

I needed air. I turned my head with a gasp.

He panted in my ear. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I dragged in a breath. Then another. Words crowded on my tongue. Before I could think better of it, before I could reconsider something impulsive, before I wondered if it’d cost me anything, I let the words loose. “I love you.”

He went rigid, shock widening his eyes. But he didn’t scramble away. He didn’t even pull out of me. Instead, he stroked his hands down my thighs. My legs were still hooked around his waist. “You do?”

“Yeah.” I swallowed. My body hummed, but all the concerns in my head banged to get out. I kept my arms around him. For security. “I do.”

That lazy smile I adored so much came out like the sun. “Good. I love you too.”

A giggle burst from me. A happy sound. I might lose everything else, but I had this guy. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kissed me. A sweet, closed-mouth kiss that somehow communicated as much as when we were devouring each other.

When he pulled away, he trailed his knuckles down my cheek. “Marry me.”