Page 31 of Unbound

My erection is already starting to subside.

I shake my head, swallowing. “No, it’s okay. We don’t have to. I don’t—it’s okay.”

She squeezes my shoulders, her voice going frantic. “Please put it in me! Please, Sterling. I want it. Right now. I want your … I want it.”

I narrow my gaze, crawling back on top of her. I really look at her, focusing on the spattering of freckles and the emerald green of her eyes.

“Say it again.”

She blinks at me, sighing. “I want it in me.”

“Not it.” I trace my finger over her jawline as my erection fills with blood again.

She blows out an exasperated breath. “Dick. I want to feel your dick inside me, please.”

“That’s it, baby. I love it when you ask me nicely.” I brush my lips against her ear. “Good girls get rewarded—you know that?”

She shudders as I brush the tip of it over her entrance. I do it again, three more times. She writhes under me.

“Stop teasing me. I need it. I need you so bad.”

“God, I love when you beg.” I shove it inside, just an inch.

She gulps, gripping my arms. I pull out and push back in another inch.

Her eyes roll back in her head. “Right there. Oh, right there. More. I need more.”

I pull it back out before I shove all the way into the hilt, groaning from how damn tight she is.

“Baby, fuck, baby.”

“Don’t curse.”

“You feel too good for me to filter myself right now,” I pant into her neck. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“I didn’t know it could feel like this.” She wiggles under me, clearly needing more friction.

“Hold still, Sunshine. I’m trying to…resist. It’s been a while. You feel … you feel unreal.”

I shut my eyes, trying to reel myself in. When I open them again, she’s staring up at me like I’m her entire fucking universe, and damn if it doesn’t crack something open inside my chest.

10

EDEN

Sterling’s weight on top of me feels even better than anything I’ve ever imagined. My legs are spread open to make room for him as his hips thrust into me. The friction is igniting every nerve ending in my lower body.

It’s almost too much, too many feelings at once. I look up at his face, at the scar in his eyebrow and the intensity in his gaze. He’s so good-looking. This almost doesn’t feel real. His lips part, ecstasy etched into all of his features. His dark eyes are searching my face.

“How’s my baby doing?”

I nod, unable to form words. If I say anything right now, I’m worried it’ll be an emotional confession. It’s way too soon for that. His movements grow languid and lazy, like he’s just taking his time with me, no rush at all.

He blows out a steady breath. I gape at the sinewed muscles of his arm, every vein bulging with the effort he’s putting in for me. I want this to never end.

“What are you thinking about?” he breathes, pressing a kiss to my nose.

I swallow down a gulp of air, unsure of how honest I want to be right now. “Just … wondering how hard you have to work to get these big muscles, and now I get all the benefits.”