“I want to do that every day of our lives,” he said.
I smiled.“I wouldn’t complain.”
He nuzzled the curve of my neck.He still wore underwear, which did nothing to hide how hard he was.Definitely needed to get those off him, so I turned in his arms, hooked my fingers over them, then pulled them down.
He watched me, heat in his eyes.
I took in his body, stopped midway.God, I needed that, needed him, inside me.
I started to straddle him, but he grabbed me, then laid me down across the cushions.
He hovered over me.“This doesn’t have to be quid pro quo.”
“What?”
“You’re hurt.”
“I haven’t thought about my arm since you showed up.”
“You just survived an attack.”
“I’ve survived worse.”Was he having second thoughts about this?Had he decided I wasn’t worth the consequences?“If you don’t—”
He traced the curve of my neck with his fingers.“I need to hear you say you’re okay.I need to know this isn’t a moment of weakness and you won’t hate me in the morning.I need you to say—need you to besure—you want me.Because all your reasons for pushing me away are—”
I took his face in my hands.Made sure he wasseeingme.“I’m okay, Blake.I’m clearheaded.I know what I’m doing, and I know that I want you.Right now.”
In case he didn’t get the message, I thrust my lower body upward, bringing him between my legs.Then I tilted my hips down, sliding myself against the length of him.Tilted back up then down again.
That broke him.He claimed my mouth, angled himself just right, and thrust deep.
“Kennedy.”
I loved the way he moaned my name, the way his breath quickened, his body went taut, his muscles hard and strong beneath my hands.He was stripped of more than just clothing and magic.He was so human and vulnerable and desperate for me.
That knowledge was empowering.I gripped his hip, silently commanding him to slow his movements.He groaned but submitted, and I tortured us both by guiding him out one long inch at a time until he was just barely, achingly inside me.Then I pulled him back in deep.I did it again, watched his head dip to stare at the place where we connected.I watched too as I slowly slid over him again, knowing he was barely able to hold himself back.
I tilted his chin up.He met my gaze as I pulled him deep again and stayed there, loving the way he filled me, needing this release as much as he did.Expression almost pained, he waited for my move.
I didn’t want him to be able to wait.I wanted him out of control.I wanted him to lose his mind.
“Sit up,” I ordered.
A breath shuddered out of him.Then he complied, holding me tightly against him.Before he’d even settled back against the cushions, I took him deep and hard.I didn’t keep my movements slow.I thrust against him again, gliding him across that perfect spot.
A desperate ache flamed inside me, growing more intense as I rode him.Pleasure etched the planes of his face.I stared into his dark eyes, felt him shaking beneath me.
“Kennedy.”My name was a warning this time, a confession saying he was on the edge.About to lose control.That’s what undid me.I cried out and he grabbed my hips, thrusting into me as I sank down on him until his body gave up its war, shuddering as he came with me.
The waves of pleasure, his and mine, drained my strength.I collapsed on top of him.He held me.I’d never get tired of this, the feel of him out of breath and satisfied, his heart beating against mine.
He stroked my back, drew in the scent of my hair.“You…” One word.He didn’t say anything else.And he said everything.
“Kennedy,” Blake whispered.
Half asleep and a hundred percent satisfied, I snuggled into him.“Hmm?”
He adjusted the throw blanket we’d draped over us.“I wish I could stay here with you.”
