Page 31 of Love in Kentbury


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I lead Lou to the center of the bed, her gloriously curvaceous body on full display. She watches me, naked skin flushed, eyes dark with growing arousal. Her tongue darts out to wet her full lips as I meet her intense gaze.

My fingers tremble as I pull off my shirt, revealing toned muscle underneath. Lou’s eyes trail over my chest, my stomach, lingering on the waistband of my jeans. I suppress a groan at the rawness of her stare, the sheer hunger there.

I kneel on the bed and take her hand, guiding it to my belt buckle in invitation. “Do you want to help me with the rest?” I ask huskily.

Lou bites her lip, nodding as her deft fingers work my belt and jeans open. She peels them down slowly, hands skimming over my hips, my thighs. I shudder at her touch, breath coming harder when her hand brushes the considerable bulge in my boxer briefs . . .

I move back, and with a slow, deliberate motion, I remove my boxer briefs, leaving me standing in front of her, completely bare. My cock springs to life, already hard and eager for her touch. I can’t help but stroke it once, twice, before meeting her eyes.

“Do you want it?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.

She responds with a low growl, “Claim me, fuck me.”

“My good girl likes to talk dirty, doesn’t she?”

I reach for a condom in the nightstand, tearing open the package with my teeth. I roll it on, my hands shaking with anticipation. Every cell in my body is screaming for her, begging for release. I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I move closer to Lou, my body pressing against hers. She gasps as she feels my length, hard and ready against her thigh. I trail kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone as I go. She arches into me, her body begging for more.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I growl, my fingers finding her entrance. I circle her clit, feeling her tremble beneath me. “Such a good girl, letting me touch you like this.”

She moans, her head falling back as I slip a finger inside her. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and I can’t wait to feel her wrapped around me. I add another finger, stretching her as I prepare to enter her.

“Look at me, Lou,” I command, my voice low and rough. Her eyes meet mine, and I can see the fire burning within them. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

I slide inside her, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of her warmth enveloping me. She’s gripping me, and I can feel every inch of her. I start to move, slow at first, building up a rhythm that has us both panting and moaning.

“Yes, Henrik,” she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Oh, God, yes.”

I can feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening as I thrust deeper and harder. I can tell she’s close too, her body tensing beneath me as she nears her peak.

“Come for me, Lou,” I growl, my voice barely above a whisper. “Come for me, baby.”

And she does, her body shuddering as she cries out my name. I follow shortly after, my release pulsing through me as I collapse onto her, spent and satisfied.

“I love you so fucking much, Lou,” I pant, my forehead resting against hers. “You’re amazing.”

She smiles up at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining. I lean down to kiss her, savoring the taste of her lips one last time before we drift off to sleep, tangled up in each other.

ChapterTwenty-One

Lou: The entire town knows I spent the night with you.

Henrik: How? It’s only seven in the morning.

Lou: Who knows? Maybe because you took me to my place so I could change and then brought me to the bakery?

Henrik: There was no one outside at that time.

Lou: Well, that’s all everyone is talking about. I’m taming the grump of Kentbury.

Henrik: Hermit grump, thank you very much.

Lou: This place is ridiculous. In New York, you could do the walk of shame and no one would bat an eyelash. Here . . .

Henrik: There’s no shame at all. We are two consenting adults who got a little carried away last night. Are you okay?

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