She loves me. She loves me. She loves me.
The refrain matched each beat of his heart as he marveled at his luck. At the miracle of being loved. Finally. But most importantly, being loved by her.
Sabrina Greenlee.
The Roman river goddess.
A woman who was braver than she knew. Kinder than was probably wise. And smarter than she’d ever admit.
If his heart had been a balloon, it would have burst from the sheer magnitude of the happiness filling it.
Peanut hissed when Hew lay Sabrina on the bed. The tom thudded onto the floor with an irritated flick of his crooked tail, but Hew gave him little more than a fleeting glance.
He was too busy stretching out beside Sabrina, gathering her close, reveling in the feel of her breasts crushed to his chest, her thighs twined with his, her soft belly cradling the hot, hard evidence of just how badly he wanted her. How much he needed her.
She needed him, too, if her busy, busy hands were anything to go by.
As he reclaimed her mouth, she touched him everywhere. His back. His buttocks. His chest. His nipples. Reaching between them to fist the length of him in her hand and make him groan.
“Ya keep doin’ that,” he whispered against her wet, wanton mouth, “and I won’t be able to go slow.”
“I don’t want you to go slow. We went slow the first time. Now, I want you inside me.” She wiggled her hips and angled him toward her core, swiping the head of his swollen cock between her lips so he could feel the searing heat of her. The sopping wetness of her.
She was ready. She was so, so ready.
And they’d barely even begun.
His groan turned into a growl. “Sabrina,” he warned when she thrust forward. Just a little. Just enough to dip his tip into her hot, honeyed center.
His toes curled. His eyes crossed. He had to stop kissing her and grit his teeth to keep from shoving into her. To keep from seating himself to the hilt. To keep from thrusting deep and grinding hard against the swollen nub of her little clit.
“Don’t. Move,” he rasped. His thumb found her nipple, rolling it as tight as a stone.
“I can’t help it.” Her hips jerked, and he slid in another fraction. Just enough so that her sweet pussy surrounded his head, his rim enclosed inside her gripping, milking entrance.
He screwed his eyes shut and fisted his hands into the covers behind her. Nothing had ever felt so good. So wet. So soft and tight and?—
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered, her voice husky with wantonness. She leaned in to nip his chin. “And I was tested…after…after…” She didn’t finish. Didn’t want to spoil the moment by speaking of the monster who’d shattered her life in Charleston.
That was it. That’s all it took.
She was protected from unwanted pregnancy. And he was clean. And that meant…
He rolled her onto her back so quickly she squeaked her surprise.
The move disconnected their bodies. But she was quick to spread her thighs wide. And he was quick to grab the base of his cock.
Within a breath, they were chest to chest, nose to nose, and he was once again nudging his tip into the very heart of her.
Her breath was warm and sweet against his hungry lips. Her nipples scraped through his chest hair as they both struggled with each ragged breath. And her brown eyes were melty and warm as she held his gaze.
Something flickered briefly across her face.
Hesitation? Uncertainty? Unease?
He could barely speak past the pounding of his heart, past the begging of his cock. But he managed, “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I—” She bit her lip. He could see her pulse fluttering furiously in her throat. “I don’t know what this means, Hew.” She shook her head, her silky hair rustling against the pillowcase. “Does it mean you—” She swallowed, and a line formed between her eyebrows. “What do you feel for me?”
