Hearing her say my name like that undid me completely. I kissed her deeply, desperately trying and failing to control the rocking of my hips. She arched into me, her breath merging with mine and her hands sliding to my shoulders like she wanted me closer. Wanted more. Wanted me.
I reached for her shirt and pulled it off over her head, taking her panties and her pajama shorts next. In the back of my mind, pounding like a second heartbeat, was a truth I wasn’t ready to say out loud yet.
I’m yours. I don’t know when it happened, but I’m yours.
She pulled me down again when she was naked and I kissed her like I’d been saving every ounce of my need just for tonight. Her hands started working on my clothes, stripping me down without saying a word and, more importantly, without stopping to ask for permission or if it was okay.
It was like she was finally accepting that I wanted her. Always. And the knowledge made everything else, Chicago, Gregory, her inheritance, and the expectations, vanish from my mind.
Tonight, the only thing that mattered was the woman in my arms and the way she finally stopped trying to shrink herself down to something small and forgettable, because she was neither of those things. She never had been, and I wouldn’t stop until she realized that she was everything.
CHAPTER 39
CHARLOTTE
Naked on top of my husband was my new favorite place to be. I leaned down, hands on his face and loving the slight sting of his stubble against my palms. “I could live here.”
“You already do,” he ground out, his eyes soft on mine but his cock hard and throbbing as it slid between my folds. He sucked in a quick breath when I ground against him, his eyes threatening to roll back into his head. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about staying in Texas?”
My whole body was flushed and wanting, but I managed a smile I hoped was teasing and wicked. “I meant right here. Where I am right now. Not anything to do with Texas.”
A low, long groan vibrated through him. “Fuck, yeah. Let’s do that. No leaving this bed. Ever.”
I lowered my lips to his, sliding my tongue into his mouth and pressing my chest flush against his. “Deal.”
Obviously, I knew it wouldn’t happen. Come daybreak, he’d be gone, but it was nice to pretend. Trent’s hands fell to my hips and he lifted them, reaching between us to line himself up. I shivered with anticipation, my core reduced to molten liquid as he slowly pushed himself into me.
I bit back a moan, my eyes sliding shut as I kissed him harder, deeper, murmuring between the fiery kisses to try and keep my promise to him. Already halfway out of my mind, it was a lot easier to be honest and say anything I wanted right now than it’d seemed just a few minutes ago.
“God, you feel so good.”
He let out a shuddering breath. “If you think I feel good, you have no idea how good you feel, baby.”
“I do actually.” I smiled against his mouth. “I did recently spend a week sleeping right across the hall without being able to touch you.”
“You…” He trailed off, that one word strained as his hips thrust hard up into mine. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah. You didn’t?”
A harsh, muffled laugh came out of him. He flexed his fingers around my hips and pulled me down on him. Hard. “Of course, I fucking did. What did you think I was doing in here all night, every night?”
More wet heat rushed out of me and he let out an animalistic, slightly unhinged sound before he looked up at me again. “I’ll tell you what. It’s a dang good thing I didn’t know. I would’ve broken down your door like wild creature in heat.”
“I think it’s called a rut when it’s male,” I teased.
“Semantics.” He wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck and kissed me fiercely, starting to move in earnest underneath me now.
Every slow, powerful rock of his hips made his shaft slide against all the best places inside, his pelvis brushing against my clit and a guiding hard bruising my hip. Being with him was so consuming that I didn’t even know how long we stayed like that, but then he flipped us over and moved above me with a tenderness I hadn’t expected.
Between kisses, he watched me with this look on his face that made me squirm under him, his expression focused, reverent, and almost disbelieving, like he couldn’t quite understand why I was touching him back or why I wanted him as openly as I did.
Despite how good he felt, it was the way he was looking at me that finally did me in, the first flickers of pleasure making me clench around him. He let out a low groan, pressing his forehead to mine just as the orgasm dragged me under.
It erupted like wildfire, spreading through me with a dazzling light behind my eyes and turning me into a writhing, screaming mess. I wasn’t even on the other side of it yet when I vaguely registered his breathing hitch and he whispered my name like it meant something.
In the aftermath, he kissed me again, slower this time, all heat and gratitude, like he was committing the moment to memory. When he finally pulled me into his chest, the warmth of his body wrapped around me like a blanket. A living, breathing blanket that smelled like heaven, and sex, and sin all wrapped together.
“Are you okay?” he murmured against my hair.
