Jethro breathed in my ear. “Today, you’re all mine.”
I bit his lobe, clamping my teeth harder than I intended. He flinched as I whispered, “Not just for today.”
His body shuddered. His movements became jilted and eager.
Without a sound, I positioned his cock between my legs and lowered a fraction, angling him inside.
Oh, God.
My eyes rolled back as Jethro growled, “Fuck, you feel so right.”
The words wrenched me from my stupor, granting me another clue.
I didn’t feel good or wet or warm—or any manner of things a man might say to a woman as he entered her.
I feltright.
Right to him.
Home to him.
Sucking in a breath, he thrust, sliding inside me.
The friction of the scaffold behind me bruised my spine as Jethro held me firmer in his arms. Instinct made me wrap my legs around his hips as he buried himself deeper and deeper.
He groaned as I rocked on him. My desire stole the pain of his size, twisting it into a heady aphrodisiac that made me cry out with longing.
Every inch of him invaded me—stretching me, claiming me.
Jethro bit my neck, trailing teeth down oversensitive skin. “Ibelong in you.”
I shuddered as his hips pulsed. I couldn’t agree more.
His arms tightened as he secured me in his grip; his legs spread further to balance. I knew he was preparing himself for an unrelenting pace, and my unrequited orgasm bloomed into being, eager, aching.
He thrust particularly hard, his muscled stomach kissing mine with every stroke.
My heart twisted deliciously. I hooked my arms around his neck, holding on and presenting myself completely to this man who held my soul.
Then everything else faded.
Hawks, Weavers, and all things twisted between us.
It was just me and Jethro. Heat and need.
He drove into me with powerful strokes, pressing me relentlessly against the scaffolding. My shoulder blades screamed for mercy, but my pussy begged for more.
I wanted punishment for falling for him.
I needed chastising for going against everything I’d believed.
Jethro seemed to understand. Our eyes locked and we drove each other on. Riding each other’s body, hard and brutal.
I lost myself in the rhythm, sinking my fingers into his thick hair.
Tugging his mouth to mine, I kissed him deep.
Our breaths became one; the ache inside my womb increased until I flamed with urgency to shatter. The pain of riding on the knife-edge of an orgasm layered the pleasure, turning it into a sharp almost unbearable delight.
