“Fuck, Sinclair…”
I look at her as I come so hard my eyes water.
She’s there, kissing me, wrapping her thighs tighter around me as I spill inside her, groaning her name.
Everything is amplified. Her taste, her warmth, the sound of her breath against mine.
It’s still slow. It’s still gentle and tender.
But it wrecks me more than anything else ever could.
“Sinclair,” I murmur, kissing her back, refusing to let her go as I keep thrusting, emptying myself inside her.
“I never knew it could be so… wow,” she whispers as I slow down but keep us connected.
“That’s how your first time should have been.”
“I know, but?—”
“Let me have it,” I beg. “That part of you can belong to me as long as you agree. I’ll take better care of it than he did. I promise you.”
She looks into my eyes and my heart stops as I wait for her answer.
She presses the gentlest dust of a kiss to my lips.
“I know you will. And itisyours.Youwere my first, Denver.”
“Thank you,” I choke.
I cup her face and lose myself in her kiss, soaking up every sweet little moan she makes, like they’re a melody written just for me. One I could sing for the rest of my life, treasuring every note.
“It’s mine, Princess.”
“Yours,” she agrees with a smile.
I kiss her again, keeping the thoughts racing around my head to myself. Thoughts that have no right to be there. Selfish ones.
I want to be your first and last, Princess. I want to be your only one.
26
SINCLAIR
Denver’s sideof the bed is empty when I wake up. I smile when Monty crawls up from the end of it, his tail wagging.
“Hey, Boy,” I coo. “When did you come and sleep in here?”
It must have been the early hours of the morning because Denver and I didn’t sleep until then. Now I understand why he sounded smug and chuckled when I asked him if he could come again so close together last night. Because after that first, gentle time, he made love to me again. Then again. Then again. Each time getting a little faster and rougher than the last.
This morning, I’m aching. But it’s a good ache.A great ache.
“Do you know where the big grump is?” I ask Monty as I rub behind his ear.
Monty wags his tail at the sound of a phone ringing from outside the room.
“Stay here and be cozy.” I kiss him on the head and tuck him beneath the covers where he lets out a sigh and watches me as he rests his head on Denver’s pillow.
I climb out of bed, but all of my clothes are in my room. I literally have nothing to put on, not even a pair of panties. I bite back a smile. Those are still in Denver’s pocket.
