AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She sticks out her tongue and starts to make a beeline for the kitchen, and I’m on my feet in a matter of seconds. Indy squeals when she sees I’m right on her tail, and it doesn’t take long before I reach her and wrap my arms around her waist to stop her momentum.
“Let me go!” She giggles and holds the painting out of my reach.
“Give me the painting, Indy.”
“No!”
“Give it to me.” I gently dig my fingers into her sides, and her giggles come rapid-fire.
Fuck, she’s adorable.
“No way!” She giggles some more and starts to lose her grip on the canvas. I capitalize on her fading hold and steal it from her fingers.
“Aha!” I cheer, but I have to stop my victory chant when I realize Indy is barreling directly toward me. Apparently, this battle isn’t over yet…
“Give that back!” She jumps onto my body and wraps her arms and legs around me like a monkey.
“No way.” I hold the painting high above my head and grin down at her.
“Ansel!” She giggles some more. “Give that to me so I can hide it!”
“Never.”
We’re both laughing now, and Indy wraps her hands around my neck and pulls my face toward hers. “Give it to me,” she says, and her warm breath brushes across my lips.
It’s meant to be playful, but having her so near, her mouth this close to mine, flips something inside of me. And our teasing moment turns into something else. Something that has my gaze locking with hers and my lips parting.
“No,” I whisper.
“Yes,” she whispers back, but her words don’t pack the punch they had before.
She searches my eyes, and my gaze flicks down to her lips and back to her eyes again. I feel so fucking consumed by her that I barely register when the canvas hits the top of the dining room table with a soft thud.
“Indy.” I want to ask her for permission. I want to tell her I need to kiss her. I want to make sure it’s okay. But when her lips part and her eyes grow needy and dark with desire, I can’t hold back.
I push my hands into her hair and press my mouth to hers.
Our kiss is hard and deep and so fucking out of control, I don’t know who is leading it. Her fingers dig at my shoulders and her legs tighten around my ass, and when she starts to grind herself against me, I lose it.
“Fuck,” I groan against her mouth. “I need you.”
“I need you too.”
Between her words and the way she’s kissing me and pressing her tight little body against mine, I couldn’t stop this moment if I fucking wanted to.
Which I don’t. Good God, I don’t.
I grip the curves of her ass with my hands and carry her up the stairs and into my bedroom. She keeps her delicious little mouth fused to mine and kisses me like her life depends on it.
Indy. Her name is in my mind, a constant chant, a continuous prayer, a fucking thank-you to the heavens above.
We’re a chaotic mess of hurried hands and insatiable mouths, and it doesn’t take long before our clothes are a distant memory that litter my bedroom floor.
I lay her on my bed and she stares up at me with those big blue eyes of hers, and I’m fucking done for. Her beauty is unmatched. She is everything I’ve imagined, pictured, painted. She is…breathtaking.
Her creamy skin is bare, her breasts heave up and down with each erratic breath, and her hips vibrate with need. She is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Ansel,” she whispers my name, and I can’t wait any longer.
She reaches out for me, and I barely have time to pull a condom from my nightstand and slide it on. But I do. And then I’m hovering over her, locking my gaze with hers, and sliding myself inside of her.
Fuck, it’s perfect. She’s perfect. We fit together so fucking perfect it’s as if we were always meant to do this, to be this. I slide my hand behind Indy’s neck, growling into another kiss as she whimpers in pleasure.
I move my hungry mouth to her breasts, sucking and feasting on her skin, and her legs come up around my hips to pull me closer. It doesn’t matter that closer is an impossibility.
Her eyes fall closed. Her lips part. She moans again.
Fuck.
I try to take my time, slowing my movements, savoring how good she feels, how good this feels, but when she opens her eyes again and locks that heady blue gaze with mine, it’s hard to hold back, to make the moment last. I’m caught between the intoxication of the climax and extending this moment I never want to end.
Indy slides her hands into my hair and pulls my face to hers. She moans as she kisses me, deep and hard and with a passion I’ve never known before.
