She smiles one of those soft smiles most people never get to see. Without a word, she guides my hands to her breasts. I flick her nipples as she slowly rides me, rocking into me until our hips grind together, and then she rises again. With every downward slide, she takes just a bit more of my knot, her cunt stretching around me. Her breaths shudder out of her, her chest shaking with them. Everything about her is beautiful, absolutely perfect. I press a kiss between her breasts and then in the hollow of her throat before capturing her lips. She lets her tongue tangle with mine.
Heat builds between my hips and at the base of my spine. I pull away from her with a groan, letting one hand trail down the center of her until I can circle her clit the way I know she prefers—soft, slow strokes that match the way she rides me. Her breath catches on a whimper. Her eyes are hazy with her pleasure. Smug satisfaction rips through me at the sight.
“I love you,” I murmur.
She nods, then laces her fingers with mine that are still massaging her breast.
“Bite me?” she asks.
My heart fucking stops.
“Bee,” I whisper. “I thought you wanted to wait for the wedding.”
She shakes her head. “I want it. I don’t want to wait another eight months. Let me feel you like that now.”
I don’t fight her on it, trusting her to speak the truth. She doesn’t rush into anything lightly.
“Where?” I ask instead.
She traces my collarbone, the touch featherlight. I nod, swallowing down my own nerves. I circle her clit again, smirking when she trembles in my hold.
“Pax,” she gasps.
“I know. You want it before or after my knot?”
She grinds down into me, taking nearly the entire thing. I resist pushing it up into her, knowing it’ll send her right over that edge she’s dangling over. Her chest is flush with the pleasure, her thighs shaking with the effort of keeping herself back that final half inch.
“Before.” Her voice is so rich, so hazy, it shoots a bolt of lightning down my spine.
I let my lips run over the smooth line of her collarbone. Her body trembles. Her heart races under my tongue as I kiss the unbroken skin. She grinds down into me and then pauses, stilling her entire body, twisting her hands into my hair. I set my teeth against her skin.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I bite down, hard and fast enough to break her skin in a way I’ve never done before. At once, her emotions flow into me, her pleasure and satisfaction and need. She cries out, her pussy clenching around me so tight, I’m shocked it isn’t an orgasm.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Jesus fucking christ, Bee.”
Before I’ve recalibrated around the influx of sensation, she rises again and then plunges down. I act on instinct alone, responding to her need now sitting squarely under my sternum as much as her physical movement. I palm her hip and push up into her, wedging my knot inside her. I groan into her neck, my own release hitting me like a sledgehammer to the back of my head. I can’t see for nearly a minute, everything more intense because of the bond now forged between us. She cries out again, harder and more desperate, then drops her head against my shoulder, her breathing rapid and uneven.
I run my hands over her back and my lips over her ear and down her throat. After a minute, the tension in her body fades, and she collapses fully into me. Her arms wrap back around my waist, and she sighs in contentment that echoes in the bond.
“Much, much better than looking at houses,” she murmurs.
I can’t help but laugh and pull her even closer into me.
“No argument there, sweetheart.”
Chapter Seventeen
CARYS
Billie’s practically glowing when she meets me at the floral shop Friday afternoon. I’m just finishing the last arrangement to refill the front of the store. I ease it into the cooler, the jewel tones of the chrysanthemums perfect for mid-November, as she steps inside the shop, the bells chiming.
“You’re caught up!” she says. That happiness is in her voice, too. “I was ready to jump in and help.”
I manage a tired smile. “This weekend is probably going to be super busy with custom orders. I wanted to make sure the pre-made options were good to go just in case I get caught filling out client intakes all day tomorrow.”
“Did that lady for tomorrow’s pickup ever call to confirm the delivery driver’s arrival?”
