Her brows furrow. “What am I to you?”
My eyes return to fixate on hers. “My everything.”
Her turquoise eyes soften, shifting to lust… And I lose my remaining willpower.
Time and space align as my lips crash into hers. I lick at the seam of her lips, demanding entry, and she invites me in. Releasing her hands to pull her closer, I ply her intensely with the kisses I’d denied us both until this moment. She moans into my mouth while fisting my hair and rolling her hips into mine. I lift her away from the door and pull away from the kiss. She whimpers.
“I told you good girls get rewarded,” I taunt. “You’re not wearing my gift.”
She glares at me. “You fired an arrow at me.”
“I didn’t give you permission to remove it, Pip.”
“It fell out! Assho?—"
I cut off her chiding by smothering her lips with mine. Then I crouch down to grab the duffle bag, sling it over my shoulder, and stand to open the door.
I drop the bag just inside, slamming the door shut with my foot, sealing us inside.
No more denying myself.
No more denying Pip.
I found her. I liked her. I love her. I’m fucking keeping her.
She’s the air my lungs needed. I can finally breathe at last.
I hold Pip tight against me as we cross the room. Her perfect ass in one hand, her disheveled hair bunched in the other. Her hands are clawing at my neck, pulling me in. Each kiss, each swipe and swirl of our tongues, is a war for dominance. It’s electric.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, she rolls her hips, seeking friction. The hardened peaks of her nipples cut through her damp dress, grazing my chest. My dick throbs with anticipation.
How has this woman evaded me for so long?
The moment I lower her to her feet, it’s a frenzy of hands and mouths, of fevered touches and desperate gasps, our need for each other crashing like a violent collision of fate.
As if my lips on hers had awakened a dormant addiction, Pip grips onto me like her life depends on it. Seeking pleasure, she grinds herself against me.
Her soft body, under my command, craves the kind of release only I can deliver. She begs to be owned.
Clothes are ripped away, tossed aside in reckless abandon.
Heat surges through my veins, setting every nerve ending on fire as my bare skin finally meets hers.
She’s exquisite.
I grab her hair, tilting her head back to expose the pale column of her throat. I still a beat, admiring the rapid thrum of her heartbeat visible beneath her flesh. Like the flutter of a hummingbird’s wings. I place a lingering kiss there; she moans, and I feel her pulse spike against my lips. I trail my kisses down the delicate skin, inhaling her, biting her, drinking in every gasp, every plea, every little sound that belongs to me. Every whimper is more desperate than the last.
I want to savor this moment.
But goddamn, I’m losing the fight with myself.
After tonight, there will be no going back to who we were before. It’s kismet.
I will be hers.
She will be mine.
We will have forever.
