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A frown jutted up her bottom lip as her forefinger trailed along a particularly deep cut across his temple that was only partially healed. “I would prefer this to be different.”
He stilled. “How?”
She wasn’t rethinking the day?
“I prefer you to be healed to the extent that I can perform naughty stunts upon you, and you upon me.”
A growl stuck in his throat. She truly was going to make him die of cock explosion one day.
He swallowed hard. “You would prefer to wait?”
Say no.
“Of course not.” Her forehead scrunched like he’d just said the most ridiculous thing. “I will take you today, tomorrow, a month, or a year from now. But today is best. It erases any doubts and will hold my father to his word.”
Her father. Desmond still regarded him with barely concealed bile on his tongue, but at least the man had moved past the point of regarding him with a fist slamming into his kidney every other hour.
It had only taken two weeks of lying in this bed, half conscious, for that to happen.
“You have me.” He pressed his thumb hard against the crux of her and she drew in sultry breath. “Whenever. Whatever.”
“Then I am calling it now and now.” She jumped off the bed, scooting Fox out the entrance and closed the door. Turning back to him, her hands already pulling up her skirts high along her thighs, she walked toward him, her look ravenous.
She stopped at the side of the bed, pushing the coverlet off his legs and a chuckle escaped her. “You’ve been sleeping naked again.”
“As nature intended.”
“I like your nature.” She crawled over him on the bed, straddling him and settling his hard sprung cock between her legs. The wet heat of her folds sent a ruthless surge through his member. He’d wait for kingdom come for this. But this woman he was about to marry, she wanted more. So much more from him.
He would happily oblige.
His right hand wrapped about her waist, sliding upward to cup her breast.
She grabbed his hand, stilling his wandering fingers. “Don’t move.”
“But—”
“Don’t move.” Her voice stern, it didn’t stop her body from leaning into his touch. “I’ll not have you wreck the progress that has been made on your ribs healing.”
“Vic, if you don’t slide onto me this instant, I’m going to shatter all my ribs with the breath exploding in me from trying to hold back.”
With a laugh, she lifted herself and then positioned him, slipping down onto his cock. Settled, she started a slow, circular rhythm with her hips.
She liked this. Liked him supine beneath her. Liked dragging it out until sweat was dripping from his brow, him promising both hell and heaven the world if only she would move just a touch faster.
And the minx knew it.
Yet she was quicker this time, her jaw going slack with gasps quick to her lips. He moved his right hand down from her grip, diving under the fold of her skirt to press his thumb against her sex as she gyrated above him.
That did it.
With a growl, she shifted motion, and started to ride him, up and down, hard. He could feel her orgasm hitting her before she even realized it, her walls contracting around his member deep inside of her.
Hell deliver him, he didn’t have to wait. She sped, frantically coming, a hushed scream at her lips as he exploded up into her, his entire body tensing.
What did he say about reinjuring his ribs? That it would happen just by the sheer force of his coming in the darkest recess of her?
That sounded right.
