“Inside me,” I said with an eager shimmy. “Now.” I caught the waistband of his underwear—boxer briefs that hugged the taut muscles of his ass to splendid relief—and gripped that thick muscle, tugging him back between my splayed thighs.
He slipped to the side before he made contact, causing me to gnash my teeth in frustration. “Cormac!”
“Shh, pretty girl. I got you. I’m going to make this so good for you.”
“It already is. Please.” I slammed my right foot into the comforter, tears building.
He pressed tighter to my left side, his thick fingers slipping up my damp thigh to my achy core. Without hesitation, he slipped two fingers inside me. I bucked my hips, and he groaned.
“So wet. So hot. So perfect.” He pressed his other hand to my belly, thumb rubbing soothing half circles as he held me to the bed. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in over and over as I focused on the sensation.
“I want…” I couldn’t finish the thought.
My thighs shivered as I tried to raise my hips. He thrust another finger inside me, opening me even more, before curling those fingers against my front wall…and hitting that magical spot that caused me to detonate.
I screamed, my hands tugging at my hair, my body desperate to twist closer even as I wanted to shy away from the pleasure overwhelming me. Cormac held me down as he worked me through the climax, which went on and on.
The convulsions finally eased, and he kissed my forehead, right along the edge of my sweat-soaked hairline.
“That was beautiful.”
The proud angles of his face were tight with desire. Reflected in his eyes, I saw my sprawled body there, open to him. I cupped his cheek. “Put on that condom.” I nodded toward his bedside table. “I want you inside me.”
“Keelie.” He closed his eyes. When they opened, he appeared more serious than I’d ever seen him. “If I’m inside you, it’s going to mean everything to me. You understand? I don’t want you for now. I want you forever. Here. With me.”
I brushed his soft hair back from his brow. “I understand.”
“You’re sure? I’m going to make you mine.” His hips thrust restlessly, as if the mere thought of being with me, being mine, just as I was his, made him crazy.
“Yes. I want you.” A spark of feminine power burned in my chest as I licked my lips. I rolled on top of him. And this time, when I reached for the drawer, I pulled out that fresh box of condoms. I opened the box, my fingers fumbling as my hands shook with need. He took the packet from me. Once he’d ripped it open, he rolled it down his impressive length, all while I tried not to hyperventilate. I was about to have sex with Cormac Bouchard.
He wanted me.
Me.
He gripped my hips and, with a needy sound, thrust upward toward my warm, wet heat. I rubbed against him, loving how his hot flesh split my lips, making me ache for him.
“I love you, Cormac.”
He growled and kissed me, his tongue tangling with mine.
“I love you,” he breathed against my lips.
I tried to look stern, but his cock teasing my inner lips made it hard. “I’m all in with you.”
“All in,” he groaned.
“No one else—”
“You’re all I think about, the only woman I see.”
Happiness blossomed at his words as much as the unhinged gleam in his eye. I lifted and sank down over the silky hardness, taking him deep inside me with a single move.
We both stilled, breath held, gazes locked. He pulsed inside me, and my tender muscles clenched back.
This was a new dance, even better than our mouths, but I dropped my head so our tongues, too, could dance.
He shifted and thrust up inside me. Hard. Out, in. I whimpered. He did it again, and again, pounding into my body, his hands clasping my waist, his mouth and tongue owning me just as much as his cock did.
