Page 164 of I Choose You

“You got a virus on your phone?” He grinned. “What, you didn’t want to wait for me to come over and checked out porn?”

I laughed. “No! I’d rather watch it with you, not instead of seeing you. I was looking at vacation sites and all those stupid pop-ups got in the way.”

I shook my head. Why was I talking about this? I gripped his shirt and kissed him quickly. He seemed to be in a good mood. “How did it go? Did you talk to Kody? You guys figure everything out?”

He slowly smiled. “Yeah. We’re on the same page. We had a good talk.”

I kissed him, just a quick peck. I was so relieved. A warm feeling of satisfaction spread through me. My heart felt so full that he wasn’t suffering from all that drama anymore. I was so glad I could burst.

“Oh, thank God.” I lunged up to hug him.

His arms locked around me as he walked me over to the bed.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He shook his head and kissed me hard. I gasped, opening my lips to his. He swept his tongue over them, drugging me with the warm, wet stroke. His tongue sought mine, and we both moaned at the same time as he sealed me in a pussy-aching, heart-racing lip lock.

Hard and fast. Soft and slow. We volleyed between those paces on any given day. But tonight, right now, he was demanding and urgent. He didn’t let up with these punishing kisses, licking and sucking my lips until they were swollen and stinging. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me, worried he’d lose a chance of kissing me for even one second.

“Hey.” I framed his face, sliding my hands up his lean jaw until I threaded my fingers in his hair. He rested his forehead on mine and sighed, hugging me closer.

“You okay?” I asked. He was so raw, so demanding, that I wondered if he was reacting to something.

His lips lifted in a sure smile, slow at first then wide. “Yeah. I’m more than okay.”

He slipped his fingers under the collar of my robe. With an agonizing slowness, he pushed the soft material over my shoulder and let it fall. Goosebumps skated over my skin at the chill, and I held my breath as he pressed his lips there. I shivered at the tender touch. Gone was the urgent demand. He stared at me intensely, slowing down to a damning drag of desire.

Oh. I panted, reveling in this heady sensation of being under his full focus.

He wasn’t distracted by anything, his hands and eyes on me. All of me as he lurked so close. The heat of his body radiated to me. It excited me. He fired me up. And I was ready and willing—and aching—for him to stoke the flames of fire even hotter.

He slid his fingers under the robe on my other shoulder. The material hung only off that shoulder, and as the fabric swayed behind me, feathering against my ass and the backs of my thighs, I was super sensitive to the whisper of a touch.

Pushing further, he coaxed the robe all the way off. It stuck at my hand. The sleeve stopped at my wrist where I held my hand low against my side.

He reached down to take my hand. The fabric fell, fluttering to the floor. I looked down and my breath hitched as he eyed my fully nude and inked skin. My nipples hardened into peaks as my chest heaved in hard breaths. Each inhale and exhale pushed them against his shirt, and flutters of need coursed through me.

Holding my hand, he used his other to pull his shirt off and toss it to the floor. He pressed my hand to his chest, laying it over his heart where it raced in a furious tempo.

I sighed, knowing I wasn’t alone. I reveled in the knowledge that he was just as affected by this teasing, slow touch. I watched as he removed what was left of his clothes and put a condom on, ready to get down to business.

I liked it fast or slow. But my god, I was about to explode or melt. One or the other. I was quickly becoming a writhing mess of need.

He lifted my hand to kiss and suck each fingertip. He spread his thumb over my palm in that drugging massage he often gave me. That wasn’t all. He wasn’t done. With his fingers and mouth, he caressed me and kissed me, leaving a scorching trail of heat from my hand, up my arm, over my shoulder, and along my neck. Walking around me, never taking his hands or lips off me, he regarded me in an all-encompassing reverence.

“My beautiful, sweet girl,” he crooned.

I shuddered, feeling every hit of that praise. The possessiveness of his tone had my pussy clenching. Rubbing my legs together, I squirmed and wished for friction to ease the tension that built and built.

Already I knew this would be an orgasm to make me soar. I’d crash and burn.

“All yours,” I agreed, reaching out for him. I couldn’t understand this slow, worshipful stance he was determined to maintain. I didn’t want any games or tricks. His deep, probing stare showed me that he wasn’t just after sex here. He wanted all of me—heart, mind, and soul.

I reached for him, and it snapped him out of this intimate spell. He growled as I slid my hands up his pecs and over the bunches of muscles in his shoulders. “So have me.” I kissed him, sucking on his lower lip before I let him go. “Take me.”

He urged me back onto the bed, following me down. I clung to him and widened my legs as he crawled up over me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised.