“What’s going on, Rage?” She whispers, her brows drawn down in concern. “You can tell me.”
“I... want you.”
My words hang between us.
“Then take me,” she says, smiling up at me like that’s the simplest solution. “I’m yours.”
That’s all the permission I need before I’m lifting her up in myarms again. I seat her on the edge of the counter, gripping her hips.
She leans back on her elbows as she looks up at me. Her cheeks are flushed.
“I think it’s so cool how strong you are.”
Her words send a thrill of pride through me. I’m glad she likes that part of me. I’m glad she doesn’t find me scary.
I grip her hips and tug her to the edge of the counter, falling to my knees.
Ash and I spoke about this.
Well, Ash talked and I listened.
One day, when he had Mirabelle’s scent all over him, I couldn’t take it anymore. I asked him what I should do if I ever had the opportunity to.
Now’s the time to put his advice to the test.
“Safeword... if you don’t like something,” I say, looking up at her from between her legs.
Her blush has extended from her cheeks, down to her neck.
“Okay,” she breathes out.
I lean forward and press an open-mouthed kiss between her legs. I take a deep inhale.
Fuck.
If I could choose a place to die, it would be right here.
I lay a few more open-mouthed kisses against her, through her leggings, enjoying the way her body begs for more.
She squirms, her hips shifting.
“More?” I growl.
“Yes,” she pants. “Rage, please.”
My name on her lips makes a growl of satisfaction vibrate through my chest.
I grip the waistband of her leggings. It takes everything I have in me to not move. To wait and see her reaction.
“Green,” she says. “I want this, Rage. So badly it—it hurts.”
The growl vibrating through my chest turns darker at the mention of her being in pain.
I practically rip her leggings down her legs, taking her underwear with it.
She lets out a sharp gasp, so I pause. Watching. Waiting.
But she doesn’t use her safe word.
