Page 26

And she does. With a broken cry of my name, she comes apart around my fingers, her entire body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. I keep my mouth on her, drawing out every last shudder, until she's limp and boneless above me.

I press one last kiss to her inner thigh before rising to my feet. She sags against the quilt and lifts her head, her eyes dazed but filled with wonder. "Wow," she breathes.

I can't help the smug grin that spreads across my face. "Just wow?"

She swats at my chest playfully. "Don't get cocky, Carrington. That was… incredible."

I crawl over her and kiss her sweet lips, letting her taste herself on my lips. "You're incredible," I tell her, and I mean it with every fiber of my being.

Her hands slide down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. "Your turn," she says again, her fingers making quick work of my button and zipper.

I step back to shed my jeans and boxers in one motion, kicking them aside. Now I'm as naked as she is, my erection jutting out between us, hard and eager.

Her eyes go wide as she takes me in. "Oh," she breathes, her gaze traveling from my chest down to my cock and back up again. "You're… wow."

I laugh, the sound rusty, and repeat, "Just wow?"

She reaches out tentatively, her fingers wrapping around my length. The contact is electric, sending sparks shooting up my spine. Her hand is warm and soft, and the way she's looking at me makes my chest tighten with all the crazy feelings I’ve been experiencing since I met her.

She strokes me slowly, experimentally, her thumb sweeping over the head to gather the moisture there. I groan, my hips thrusting into her hand involuntarily. "Star," I warn, my voice strained. "If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts."

She releases me with a smug little smile that makes me want to flip her onto the bed and show her exactly what that look does to me.

"Lie back," I command softly, my voice husky with want.

She doesn't hesitate. She just nods and drops back on the bed, climbing up to the top of the bed and settling back against the pillows. The trust in that simple action hits me like a physical blow. This woman, whom I've known for barely any time at all, is putting herself completely in my hands.

For a moment, I just stand there and look at her. Star Wilder, naked in her bed, her hair spread out around her like a golden halo, her green eyes fixed on me with a mixture of desire and trust that makes my throat tight. She's everything I never knew I wanted, and the thought that she's here, with me, is enough to make my head spin.

She holds out a hand to me, her smile soft and inviting. "Are you just going to stand there all night?"

I shake my head, coming back to myself. "Not a chance in hell."

I join her on the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. As I move over her, bracing myself on my arms, our bodies meet skin-to-skin. The contact is electric, sending a shockwave through my entire system.

And in that moment, everything becomes clear. My boring, predictable life has been completely upended by this free-spirited yoga instructor. She's twisted me up like a pretzel, turned my world upside down, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I lower my head and capture her lips in a kiss that's nothing like the frantic, hungry ones we've shared so far. This one is slow and sweet, a promise of what's to come. A promise of forever, if she'll have me.

When I break the kiss, her eyes are wide with wonder. "Tanner," she whispers, her hand coming up to cup my cheek.

I turn my head to press a kiss to her palm. "Star," I reply, my voice thick with emotion.

I lower my head and capture her lips in another kiss. This one is a promise, a vow, a sealing of some unspoken pact between us. It's slow and deep and so filled with emotion that my eyes actually sting with unshed tears.

When I break the kiss, we're both breathing heavily, our foreheads pressed together.

I shift my weight, positioning myself between her thighs. She opens for me willingly, her legs wrapping around my hips to draw me closer. The head of my cock brushes against her entrance, and we both gasp at the contact.

"Look at me," I command softly, needing to see her eyes when we become one.

Her green eyes flutter open, dark with desire but clear with intention. She's here with me, completely present in this moment, and the trust I see in her gaze humbles me.

Slowly, achingly slowly, I push into her. The sensation overwhelms me completely. Her heat. Her tightness. The way her inner muscles grip me like a fist. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to slam home in one desperate thrust.

Star's eyes widen as I fill her, her mouth forming a silent "oh" of pleasure and surprise. Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me on even as her body stretches to accommodate mine.

When I'm fully seated inside her, I stop, giving us both a moment to adjust. My entire body is trembling with the effort of holding still, with the intensity of the emotions coursing through me.