I wasn’t sure how long we stood like that.
The reassuring beat of his heart finally calmed my brain that was always on fire waiting for the worst.
He sat me down on the bench, then took our food to reheat. When he came back everything was piping hot thanks to the microwave and air fryer. We didn’t really speak through dinner, but it wasn’t a heavy silence. It was gentle as the rain that started outside the window. We cleaned up together as the awareness rose between us.
A touch of hands as we traded wet plates and bowls to the other to dry. When we finished, he took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. I expected us to go to his room, but instead he guided me to the couch. He came back with the wine and glasses and unobtrusive instrumental music piped through the hidden speakers in the room.
He settled beside me and waggled a book. I hid my smile in his chest and settled against him. It was one I hadn’t read before. Heavily atmospheric and filled with winding prose, I found myself tapping his finger to turn the pages faster.
He grinned down at me, and we both lost ourselves in the book as the evening grew darker. The rain heavy on the roof made the night feel cozy and safe. When the two leads of the book finally took a breath and found shelter, my heart tripped at the way the author brought both of us into the moment.
To the end of the world feelings that ramped up the tension between them until they couldn’t stop themselves from taking advantage of the moments alone. The author didn’t shy away from description, and I found my heart racing in time with the lead female in the story.
I tipped my head back, studying his face. He read like I did. Completely focused and lost in the words and worlds. I lifted myhand to his face and he turned to me, his eyes a little unfocused. I took the book from him and set it on the table behind the couch, then climbed onto his lap.
His big hands gripped my thighs, tugging me tighter against him until I could feel the hardness there for me. “Liked that scene, huh?”
I smiled down at him and covered his mouth with mine. The kiss was deep and drugging. That he understood me was sexier than anything else I’d ever experienced before. “I think we can do it better.”
He huffed out a laugh against my lips and burrowed his fingers under my sweatshirt. The blankets and pillows around us ramped up the heat and I wiggled out of the sweatshirt.
His hungry gaze roamed over my simple bralette. It did little more than keep the girls from being free under the sweatshirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. He dug his fingers into my thighs as he leaned forward to taste me through the lace. One hand coasted up my ribs to cup my breast, his thumb teasing one nipple to a point before he rolled up the fabric and tore it off.
I tipped my head back, enjoying his rough touch. I rocked against him as he sucked and nibbled his way between each breast. He dragged his chin against my tight nipple until I gasped out his name.
“It drives me crazy when you wear my marks.” He cupped me with his massive hand. “Your skin is like silk.” He gripped the back of my neck with his free hand to draw my mouth to his.
I kept rocking against this thick cock, already lost to the heat that swelled up between us so fast. The kiss was messy and wild, his growls hitting a deep bass note that echoed in my chest.
“It feels like I haven’t touched you in forever.” He said against my ear, before he raced down my neck and over to my shoulder before reversing over the same path. My skin sang and the roughness of his beard made my breath come out in pants.
I pushed at his shirt until it fell behind him and off the back of the couch. I rubbed my breasts against his chest, the abrasions like a drug in my bloodstream.
I rolled my hips harder and God, I might go just from the friction between us.
“Ride me, baby.” His eyes were wild as he gripped my hips to help me. “So fucking wet for me.”
I nodded. “You make me insane.”
“Are you a mess under here for me?” He grinned as he lifted his hips and hit me just right.
“Fuck.” I dug my nails into his shoulders.
“Come for me first.” He buried his head into my neck, his tongue laving over my pulse point. “Your heart is racing for me. How close are you?”
“Close.”
My voice shook as I ground down on him. I was probably ripping a layer of skin off him, but he didn’t stop.
He gripped my ass to rock me faster and longer along his length. “Remember, I like the sweet pain of it. Of you. Of making you feel so good you can’t think. Until you believe this magic is just ours.”
I cried out his name as the room fizzed and sparkled. As I tried to drag in a breath, but couldn’t because I was so far gone.
But he didn’t stop there.
He wanted more.
He always wanted more.
