“Only for you,” I say, as I drive my tongue into hers, tasting everything we’ve done tonight, and kissing her like it’s the only thing I’ll ever be good at.
I carry her to our room, lying her down on the bed and loving the way my woman looks sprawled out on the mattress for me. My hands map her bare skin, lingering on every place that makes her writhe, every soft piece of ink that paints a beautifully imperfect picture of who she is. Every soft curve that belongs only to me.
“You’re mine, Monroe Bishop,” I say, kneeling between her legs and spreading her wide for me. “Every inch. Every sound you make, I want all of it.”
She whimpers, already aching for me again, and I smile darkly. I'll never tire of this.
I prop a pillow under her back for comfort but also to angle her better to take my tongue. I lick slowly between her legs, careful not to hurt her swollen pussy covered in our arousal.She’s pink and perfect, completely bare except for a small trimmed patch in the shape of a triangle I run my teeth over.
“I’m going to take my time, and give this sweet little pussy all the attention it fucking deserves. You’re too perfect, Monroe. Everything about you drives me wild, and I’m going to show you just how much.”
Laughing softly, she whispers defiantly. “I don't think I can come again.” Her eyes meet mine in a teasing challenge.
“Baby, that sounds like a challenge. Saddle up, cowgirl, you're about to take my tongue for a ride.” She lets out a hurried moan as my tongue drives into her. Her back arches, hips desperately pushing against my face for more while she rides my tongue. Fuck, that’s my wild girl.
I suck her clit into my mouth and revel in the way she moves. She’s desperate for the tiniest bit of friction as I lap up every drop of her sweet arousal, like a starved wild animal.
“Yes, I’m so close. Fuck, how am I so close again?”
This is all new to me too. I’ve never made a woman come this many times in one night. I’ve never wanted to, but with Monroe, it’s my favorite thing to watch her come apart. To taste her as she comes for me and only me.
I pull her in closer to the edge of the bed as her hands move to my hair, tugging as the stubble on my chin grazes the inside of her thighs, which are already raw and red. I fuck her with my tongue, my fingers pressing against her clit until she’s screaming my name and coming on my tongue again.
Her thighs squeeze around my head, but I don’t stop licking her as her orgasm subsides. I’m so close to coming again, I can feel my cock throbbing, but this is all about her. To prove to her how much she means to me. How she belongs to me.
The taste of her lingers on my lips as I crawl up beside her, loving the way she curls into me, her head resting across my chest. Our legs are tangled together, her hair damp against myskin as her breathing slows to a steady rhythm. Her fingers still trace idle patterns over my stomach like she can’t stop touching me, and I can’t stop touching her either.
My hand drifts lazily up and down her spine, memorizing every soft curve, loving the shiver I draw out of her when I brush the small of her back. She tilts her head back to look at me, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. “You’re oddly quiet now.”
“I’m trying not to ruin the moment,” I admit, not wanting to drive her away like last time. “I can see the wheels turning in your head, and I don't want to say something that might make you run.”
She laughs under her breath, but it’s not full. There’s a sense of worry because she knows I’m right. So instead I say the one thing I know might calm the rampant thoughts in her mind.
Pulling her chin up to meet mine, I look into her eyes and whisper against her lips. “I love you,” I say, with no hesitation or fear. “More than I know how to say.”
Her eyes soften, tears welling in them as she bites her lip. “I know.”
I glance down, my hand sliding over the curve of her belly. “I love you both. So much it scares the hell out of me.”
She threads her fingers through mine over her belly, and I can see the emotion and love she has for me written on her face. Even though she hasn’t said it to me, she told my mama she loved me, and I know it wasn’t just for show or to prove a point. She meant it, and I’m okay knowing and waiting until she’s ready to say it to me.
I kiss the top of her head, breathing her in, and for a second I can’t believe this is real. This woman, who once swore she’d never fall for me, is now wrapped around me like next to me is where she belongs.
“I used to think we’d never get here,” she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion.
“We almost didn’t,” I admit. “But we did. We fought for this.” Her lips brush against mine in the softest kiss, then she curls in closer, tucking her head under my chin. I hold her while she drifts off, my heart complete for the first time in years, because this isn’t just a game anymore.
It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Monroe
Ican’t believe I can walk on my own this morning after the night I spent tangled in the sheets with Jameson King. The man was an enigma. Beautiful, charming and playful on the outside, but inside he was feral, erotic and oh so fucking hot. He gave me three earth-shattering orgasms, and feeling him come in my mouth and inside me again is more than I ever imagined it could be.
On our first night together in Miami, we’d both had something to drink. We were lucid. However, last night, I felt and saw everything clearly. Well, as clearly as I could in a Jameson King, lust-infused daze. The way his mouth, hands, and dick worshipped me like I was the god he prayed to, left me satiated and a bit in a haze.
It’s why I don’t see the stack of lumber right in front of me as I walk onto the job site Monty is currently at. Beams stretch overhead, sunlight slanting through the open framing, and the sharp buzz of a power saw echoes from the far end. Monty stands on a ladder, measuring the trim he’s about to add to the wall, and doesn’t hear me coming.
