“Not yet.”
I stood and stripped off my jeans and boxer briefs. She watched me do it, her gaze traveling down my body. Her eyes widened at my size, but she didn’t look away.
I moved back onto the bed and settled between her thighs. The head of my cock pressed against her entrance.
“Look at me,” I said.
She did.
“This is going to change things,” I told her. “After this, you’re mine. Understand?”
“I know.”
I pushed in slowly. Just the tip. Slow. Careful. Watching her face for any sign of pain.
She was tight. So tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing control.
“Does that feel good?” I whispered against her neck. I pushed in another inch.
“Yes. It feels so good, Dalton.” Her hands gripped my shoulders. “Please don’t stop.”
As if I could, I thought, pushing in deeper. I felt her body stretch around me. Felt her nails digging into my shoulders. The feel of her closing around me—hot and slick and perfect—was going to kill me. I made it halfway inside her and had to stop.
“Dalton?”
I kissed the side of her neck. “Just give me a minute.”
I was about to go off, she felt so damn good. I drew in a deep breath, then pushed in the rest of the way with one long, slow thrust that made us both groan.
For a second, I just stayed there. Buried in her. Feeling her around me. Feeling complete in a way I’d never felt before.
“Good?” I asked, pulling one of her legs up so it was hugging my waist.
She nodded, biting her lip. I leaned down and pulled it between my teeth before thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I gave her a long drawn out kiss before I started to move. Slow, deep strokes. I watched her face as I took her and knew I’d never grow tired of seeing her like that.
“Harder,” she whispered.
I thought I’d be the one in control.
I was wrong.
I didn’t hesitate, because I knew it was what we both wanted. Craved. I thrust harder, faster. Her head fell back, exposing her throat. I leaned down and bit gently, marking her.
Mine.
The thought should have terrified me. It didn’t.
I’d sworn off women, closed my heart off to love.
Until her.
She came apart beneath me and the feel of her—pulsing and clenching around me—shoved me right over the edge.
I came harder than I’d ever come in my life, buried deep inside her, her name the only thing I could say.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
I was crushing her. I knew I was, but I couldn’t make myself move yet.
