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“Oh!”
It crashes over me, trembling my whole body. On and on it goes, until I’m a boneless heap, sprawled naked on my boss’s teal sofa.
Darius sits back on his heels, and his mouth and chin are slick in the firelight.
“Lucy?”
I wobble up to look at him properly. “Uh-huh?”
His gaze burns. “You’remine.”
Seven
Darius
“You’remine.”
The words punch out of my chest, throbbing with possession. And I know it’s too much, too fast, it surely wouldn’t be in any How To manual, but I don’t care. This is a law of nature.
Lucy ismine, she always has been and always will be, and I’m going to spend the rest of our lives convincing her of that fact. Showing her, through my actions and words, that I’m not a bad bet. Icanlove, and love right, because I’m already turned inside out over her. I’ll do this right.
She’s rewritten my DNA.
She’s burned into my blood.
And right now, her sweet, salty tang is on my tongue.
Best thing I’ve ever tasted. Who needs food? Whenever I get hungry from now on, I’ll burrow under Lucy’s skirt—especially if it gives her that glazed, blissed-out look. So beautiful.
Never seen her so relaxed. My Lucy is normally so uptight and tense, keeping everything running smoothly in thebackground, always crucial but never really thanked. Her To Do list is a mile long, and it plays in stressful loops in her brain.
Now, though, she’s turned to jelly. A pink flush stains her gorgeous chest, and her smile is dreamy. “I’m yours, huh?”
All. Mine.
She won’t regret it, I swear. Screw those fears. Now that I’ve found the center of my universe, now that I’ve surrendered to this, I’m ready to orbit around her, meeting her needs, building up her confidence. Bringing out the vixen I know is hidden inside those cardigans.
Not that I want to change her clothes.
In fact, next time we do this, I want her wearing those glasses. The cute little tortoiseshell ones that make her look like a librarian.
Christ.Gripping my shaft, I jerk myself once. Twice.
I’m so hard I could drill through concrete.
Want to keep going. Want to claim her fully. Want to thrust and rut and paint her insides, but I’ll never push this woman faster than she’s ready. Will never make her feel pressured. I’d rather die, I’d rather throw myself off a cliff—
“Darius,” Lucy says, reaching for me, smiling that well-pleasured smile. “Come here.”
She guides me on top of her, stretching longer on the sofa. Lets me lower my bare body on top of hers, hooking her ankles around the back of my calves.
“I’m yours,” she says again, feathering kisses over my jaw. My gut swoops, and my cock is so hard it vibrates. “So prove it. Take what you want.”
What Iwantis Lucy in my bed every morning, with my ring on her finger.
I want her sleepy Sunday smiles, and to bring her coffee and pastries in bed, and I want to bicker over the crossword together.
But, okay: I definitely want this too. When my shaft glides over her slick folds, coating the head in her wetness, my heart thumps hard enough to bruise.
