“Happy is an understatement. I amecstatic.”
His smile is infectious.
My tears shift from fear to celebration. A wild surge of emotion shoots through me, my body humming with energy.
“You’re happy,” I exclaim, moving closer to him and nuzzling my face into his chest. My heart wants to burst from my chest when he wraps his arms even tighter around me.
“Georgie, I’m in love with you,” he whispers against my ear. “I’ve been obsessed with you for years. Keeping my distance, trying to keep you safe from my world, but there wasn’t a day when I didn’t know where you were and what you were doing.”
“Really?” I ask, leaning back to look at him.
He grins sheepishly, looking guilty. “I had a team of men following you,” he confesses.
This should make me angry, but it doesn’t. It fills me with confidence. It reassures me that this connection I have with him is real.
“I…I love you too, Kris,” I say, the words spilling from my lips in happiness.
“You do?” he asks. I can feel his heart beating harder against me.
“I do,” I grin.
He grabs my face in his hands and presses his mouth over mine. The kiss is fierce, years of emotion flooding from both of us. His lips press hard against mine, his hands moving down my body, and fire erupts inside me.
He loves me.
He slips his hand beneath my T-shirt, and his fingers brush over my bare skin. I gasp against his mouth, heat building between my legs as his cock grows hard against me. He cups his hands over my ass and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He growls when I moan and claw at him, desperation flooding me.
He steps backwards, sitting down on the sofa with me straddling his lap, my legs spread over him, and my skirt shifting up over my thighs.
He pushes it higher, grabbing my ass again and rubbing me back and forth against his rock-hard cock. Pleasure spreads through me, the thin lace of my panties providing no protection from the sensations of his cock.
My fingers tug his shirt buttons free, exposing his bare chest to my touch, my hands exploring the curves of his muscles as I rock my hips against him, my movements becoming urgent as feverish desire takes over.
He tugs my T-shirt off and cups my breasts in his hands, tugging gently at my nipples.
Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one hardened peak and flicks his tongue over it. I groan and arch my back, my hands threading into his hair. He lifts me slightly and dips his fingers between my legs, pulling my panties to the side and sliding his fingers over my pussy. I shudder with pleasure, knotting my fingers tighter in his hair.
“Kristopher,” I whisper, breathless.
He slides his fingers inside me, and the pleasure intensifies.
But selfishly, I want more.
I don’t just want his touch, I want to be connected to him.
I push his hand away and raise myself onto my knees, grabbing his belt and pulling it open.
The most divine sound rumbles through him when I pull his pants open and wrap my fingers around his cock.
It’s throbbing in my hand, thick veins pulsing against my skin.
“Please…” I whisper against his ear. “I want to feel you.”
He doesn’t hesitate. Wrapping his arm around my waist and angling his cock against my pussy, he pulls me down, impaling me on his massive cock.
At first, it aches, stretching me open, filling me up until I feel like I will be torn apart. But that sensation is fleeting as he slowly lifts me and then thrusts up into me.
