“Still so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, like it’s a truth he’s been holding in too long.
I can feel my heart pounding, my breath quickening as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my leggings. He drags them down, taking my panties with them. The fabric slides over my skin in a whisper. My bare thighs. My calves. My feet.
His mouth follows the line of skin he reveals. Heat and breath and little kisses that make my whole body shiver.
“Every inch of you…” His voice is hoarse, reverent. “…mine.”
I tremble, aching under the weight of his stare. I can feel how much he wants me. How close he is to breaking.
But he’s still fully clothed. I reach up and press my hand against his chest.
“Take it off,” I whisper. “All of it.”
His breath catches. Then he moves.
Shirt first, pulled over his head in one fluid motion. The tattoos. The scars. The strength. All of it now bare in front of me.
His jeans follow. Unbuckled, then eased down with his boxers. He steps out of them, and I swear my mouth goes dry.
He’s cock is gorgeous.
Hard. Thick. Aching.For me.
He climbs back onto the bed, nudging my thighs apart with his knee. His hands return to my body like magnets, and he kisses me. Deep, consuming, a little desperate.
“I’ve wanted you like this since the second I came into this town,” he growls against my mouth, voice rough with need. “Why do you think I kept buying sweets from Murphy? Just to catch a glimpse of you.”
His lips brush mine again, hungry and reverent.
“I wanted you spread out. Sweet. Soft. Fucking mine. For a long, long time.”
I gasp, already slick, already so far gone.
“Well,” I whisper, lifting my hips toward him, “you’ve got me.”
He watches me for a long, breathless beat. Then he flips me gently onto my stomach.
I bury my face in the sheets, breath caught.
“Ass up, Sunshine,” he murmurs, and there’s nothing teasing in his voice now. Justneed.
My whole body obeys.
I rise onto my knees, heart hammering, skin flushed, completely bare. I feel his hands smoothing down my back, mapping every line of me. He grips my hips, pulls me back against him, and I can feel how hard he is.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”
Then he slides in. Slow, deep, a groan ripping from his chest.
I gasp into the mattress. His size stretches me, fills me, pushes me right to the edge of pleasure and pain and back again.
“You take me so damn well,” he growls, setting a pace that’s deliberate and overwhelming.
He moves inside me like he’s branding me with every thrust.
One hand holds my hip. The other slides beneath me, between my legs, his fingers circling the place that already pulses for him.
“Come for me, Sunshine.”
