My throat tightens. “Bones?—”
“Everyone who sees it thinks it’s just a design. Something to fill space. No one knows it’s you.” His fingers lace through mine. “But I know. Every time I look in the mirror, every time I pull a shirt over my chest, I know it’s you. That you’re written on my skin permanently, whether you’re here or not.”
I press a kiss to one of the rising feathers. “I’m here now.”
“Yeah, you are.” His arms tighten around me. “And I’m never letting you fly away again.”
When I lift my head, he catches my chin in the crook of his finger and brings my mouth to his, kissing me long and slow, like he just can’t get enough.
“Bones.”
He rolls toward me, hand skimming down my side until he’s dragging me against him. I feel him hardening against my hip and I can’t help but laugh.
“Need you, swan.”
“Again? Seriously? I’m already going to be sore in the morning.”
“Good.” His hand moves around to grip my ass, pulling me even closer. “Want you to feel me every time you move. Every time you sit down, every time you walk, I want you feeling me inside you.”
He rolls us so I’m on my back, settling between my thighs. When he pushes inside, we both moan at the sensitivity, at how perfectly we fit together.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Taking me so well.”
I arch into him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and let him take me apart all over again.
12
BONES
Emma rides me like she’s trying to prove something.
Her hands are braced on my chest, nails digging in just enough to sting. Her head is thrown back, dark hair cascading down her spine, and the morning light coming through the window turns her skin golden. She’s fucking gorgeous like this—taking what she wants, using my body for her pleasure, completely unashamed.
“That’s it, swan,” I groan, hands gripping her hips as she bounces up and down. “Fuck, just like that.”
She grinds down harder, rolling her hips in a way that has my vision blurring. I shift one hand up to cup her breast, thumb flicking across the tight peak before I pinch. She gasps, eyes squeezing shut, and I feel her clench around me, nearly tipping me over the edge. I hold on by a thread, watching her—cheeks flushed, lips parted, sweat slicking the line between her breasts—and there’s nothing in this world or the next that could compare.
Six months without her. Thirteen years of wanting her. And now she’s here—promised to stay, mine in every way that matters.
I still can’t quite believe it. Keep waiting for her to say it was a mistake, that she needs to go back to New York, that this was just a moment of weakness.
But she’s not running. She’s riding me like she owns me as much as I own her.
And fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You fill me so good, Bones,” she gasps, her pace picking up. “So fucking deep like this.”
I thrust up to meet her and she cries out, her nails raking down my chest. The sting just adds to the sensation, makes me want to flip her over and pound into her until she screams.
But I don’t. Because watching her like this—tits bouncing in my face—is better than any fantasy I’ve had.
“Touch yourself,” I order, moving my hands back to her hips. “Want to watch you play with yourself while my dick disappears into that tight cunt.”
Her hand slides between her legs without hesitation, fingers finding her clit. I can feel the change immediately, the way her inner walls start to flutter around me, the way her thighs tense.
“That’s my girl,” I growl, grinding up into her and watching the space between us. “Show me how much you love riding my cock. You take it so good.”
“Bones—fuck—I’m close?—”
