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But if it was…
He dropped his head again, this time to take one of her peaked nipples deep into his mouth. He sucked it hard, before snagging it with his lips and pulling on it, causing a sharp tug on the invisible string attached from the very tip of her breast all the way to her pussy.
His fingers tightened within hers and he put more weight into their linked hands as he rose even higher and snagged her other nipple into his mouth.
She hissed at how rough he was becoming, but she didn’t discourage him. In fact, she encouraged him to continue.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He’d never done anything to her that she didn’t like.
He’d never done anything to her that had made her uncomfortable.
He’d never done anything to her in which she needed to tell him to stop.
Not once.
Everything he’d done, she’d welcomed.
While he had a lot more experience than she did, he also never said a word or complained about her inexperience. He’d always been encouraging and patient.
The smile he’d wear when she’d try something new and discover how much she liked it, was well worth any awkwardness until she got it right.
The fun was in the trying.
The pleasure was in the result.
She trusted him completely. And no longer hid anything from him.
Not her body. Not her laugh. Not her smile.
He wanted it all.
She gave it all to him.
And, in return, she got all of him.
To her knowledge, not once since she’d moved upstairs into his apartment had he taken advantage of anything the sweet butts offered him. She’d seen their confusion every time he turned them down.
She noticed how he’d refrained from the sex he used to freely have with them.
He only did it for her.
He never said how often and how many he’d done, but it wasn’t hard to figure out since no one in the club curbed what they said around her. Nor did they stop busting on him since they all did it to each other. Similar to siblings.
A true family.
They talked around her as if she was one of them. Never once acting like she didn’t belong.
While he hadn’t hidden how sexually active he was normally, he hadn’t admitted it, either.
Even so, she was confident in the knowledge he’d been with no one but her since that first night together on his bike in the State Park.
If she stayed, would that continue? Or would he get restless and want to go back to his old ways? Could she, would she, be enough for him? Because she certainly hadn’t been enough for Darren.
Would she always wonder and worry?
She was overthinking a situation that hadn’t even come to fruition yet. She had to remind herself that they hadn’t even discussed it. But she wanted to and hoped he did, too.
He pulled her from her thoughts when he captured her mouth, thoroughly exploring every part of it with his tongue. Capturing her groan.
He began to thrust harder, faster, digging in his knees to power up and into her. Driving deep and with determination.
His fingers clasped hers so tightly, she was losing feeling in them.
He kissed her so intensely, it was like he was trying to steal her breath next.
Because, damn it, somehow he’d already stolen her heart.
Ozzy drove his knees deeper into the mattress and refused to let go of her hands. For some reason he needed that connection. He needed something more than just his dick inside her.
He didn’t understand why. Why his heart was trying to escape his chest. Why breathing had become difficult.
Why he couldn’t think of anything other than the woman beneath him.
“Shay,” escaped him as he released her nipple from his mouth. Shiny, peaked, the tip diamond hard.
Tonight he had wanted to be on top. To control everything. He had a crazy urge to take it slow, to make it last.
Things between them were quickly coming to an end.
A couple more days and she would be done.
With The Grove Inn’s website.
With him.
She’d head back to her own life and leave him behind.
For fuck’s sake, he had wanted to take his time with her tonight. But he panicked.
Completely fucking panicked.
Now he was thrusting faster, deeper, driving into her with everything he had. So hard that if he hadn’t had her anchored to the bed with their clasped hands, she’d be pinned to the headboard.
He was claiming her.
Here. Now.
She was his.
His.
No one’s but his.
The thought of him waking up without her in his bed… The thought of falling asleep without her next to him at night…
It had sent him in a tailspin.
Closed his throat.
Made his heart pound.
Made the blood rush in his ears.
He’d never had a panic attack before but he was sure this was what it felt like.
He was afraid of losing her.
Even though he’d fucked too many women to count, right from the beginning, he knew this one would.
