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I added another digit, and she gasped. Her fingers dug into my hair, holding me captive as she sought her release.
And damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“I want to hear you scream, Marin,” I said right before I sank my tongue down on her clit and sucked, sending her over the edge. She let out a cry so loud that she could have leveled a building.
Her legs were still shaking when I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her all the way onto the bed.
“How do you do that?” she asked, her words coming out staggered and breathless.
“Do what?” I leaned into her, running a hand down her side.
“That,” she said, her brows lifting like it was obvious. “It’s just so effortless. Is it—are you always…”
Now, it was my time to raise an eyebrow.
“What are you trying to ask me? If I’m just good at sex? Because, sure, the answer is yes.” I gave a lazy grin. I had been far from a saint before I married Kristy. “But as you know, it can be different, depending on who you’re with.”
“Is it different with me?” she asked, a touch of nervousness in her tone.
“Very,” I answered, leaning down to kiss away all that anxiety. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”
Her eyes widened. “But we haven’t even had sex yet.”
I grinned, moving to gently spread my weight on top of her. “Oh, I know.”
As I settled between her thighs, that overwhelming need to tell her I loved her swept over me. To not only claim her with my body, but also with my soul.
But fear was a fickle thing.
I’d been in the military, in more scary situations than I could count.
Yet telling the woman I loved those three little words seemed more terrifying than anything I’d encountered before.
I looked down at her, hoping she understood.
If I couldn’t yet say it with words, I would show her with my actions.
I bent down, placing a slow and tender kiss on her lips. As I tilted my head, her tongue met mine, and our passion reignited. A hand ghosted down her side, over her thigh, tugging it around my torso. I could feel her wet and ready underneath me.
“I need you,” she pleaded. “Please, Macon.”
I nudged her legs apart, nestling between her thighs. “You don’t ever have to beg,” I promised her as I moved my hips, sinking in inch by inch.
It was the best kind of torture.
“Are you okay?” I asked, giving her time to adjust.
Her hands slid around my ribcage. “Yes, more.”
She rolled those fucking hips, and I nearly lost my goddamn mind.
I sank into all that wet, tight heat. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re gonna make me look bad with moves like that.”
She did it again, wrapping her legs around my torso. “Come on, Captain Green.” She grinned. “Show me what you’ve got.”
I’ve created a monster.
I pulled out, nearly to the tip, and then gave a deep thrust. This time, she was the one who cursed as I moved again, hitting just the right place.
