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“I just…I didn’t expect this to happen today.” I gasp, my hips rising to his, finding myself unable to stop from moving my core along his hardening length. Shit. Fuck. That’s not helping my train of thought.
“I didn’t expect this either, babe. Call it a happy surprise.” His lips trail down my neck, the scruff of his beard leaving a delicious burn along my skin.
“I just mean that I don’t know what I’m wearing. Underneath this.” My damn hips won’t stop. I can’t. It feels too good.
“Don’t care. You won’t be wearing them much longer.” He doesn’t stop kissing along the skin of my chest where my sweater is being pulled down.
Dammit, did I shave my legs? I don’t remember when I did that last. Dammit, I needed prep time!
“Rachel!” His voice is loud and demanding, breaking me from my internal freak out as he pulls back. “What the hell are you thinking about so intently that isn’t what I’m doing to you right now?”
“I can’t remember when I last shaved my legs.” I hold my breath, waiting for his response.
“Does it look like I fucking care if you have hair on your legs or what underwear you’re wearing?” He grinds his hips into me, letting me feeleverything. “Does it feel like I give a shit?”
“No,” I answer honestly. Usually when I’ve come this far with a man, I’ve somewhat had a warning. I was able to take a long shower and shave every inch of my body. Scrub, rinse, repeat until I’m silky smooth. I would have planned out a matching bra and underwear set that looked cute and pushed my boobs up.
But now? I had no warning. I can’t remember if this is my bra with the coffee stain or a nice lace one.
“No. I don’t fucking care. You could be completely bare or a fucking jungle. I. Don’t. Care.”
He doesn’t give me time to answer when he crashes his lips to mine. It’s hard and punishing, as if letting me know he didn’t like my train of thought with not being prepared.
It must be working, because I feel myself melting into him. I no longer care if I have hair on my legs or what bra I’m wearing. All that matters is having his lips on mine.
“Tell me how you like it, Rachel.” He grazes kisses down the column of my neck.
I tilt my head, giving him better access as I moan.
“Use your words,” he commands in that sexy, growly voice of his.
“I, uh, I don’t know,” I pant.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” he asks, lifting his head.
I lift my own, meeting his eyes. “I mean, I don’t know. I like what you were doing there. I like everything we’ve been doing.”
He studies me, looking for an answer. “Do you trust me?”
I nod quickly. “Yes, Mitch. I trust you.”
He grasps me by the back of the neck, pulling me up to sit while bringing his lips to mine. “I’m going to erase all the other assholes that have ever touched your body. You’ll only remember my touch. There will only be me after tonight.”
Holy hell. I want that. I want that so badly.
He sweeps his tongue past my lips, making me open for him, which I gladly do.
Lowering me onto my back, he presses his body against mine, letting me feel just how aroused he is. His hard length presses into my belly, making me arch further into him.
A wave of goosebumps wracks my body as his hands trail down my arms until he reaches my wrist. Holding firmly, he raises them above my head. “Hold on to the headboard.”
I curl my hands around the iron posts, not breaking eye contact with him. His hazel eyes darken, his jaw set as he gazes down at me with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
“Good girl.”
I press my legs around him, writhing against him, trying to find relief. Holy shit, I’ve read those words in books, but hearing them in person? That’s a whole other fucking level.
“Now, hold them there. Don’t let go until I say.”
