She wraps her hands around me, pressing her palms flat to my back. Her scent pushes out from her in a new wave, and I swallow a moan.
“Bond you,” she says.
Heat races down my spine and straight to my dick, and I groan.
“Baby girl.”
“I mean it.” She tips her head up. Her eyes are bright, the desperate, panicked edge to her expression gone. “I want you.”
Without another word, I wrap my arm around her waist and lift her onto the counter.
“Here?” I ask, palming her knees and spreading them so they bracket my thighs. Two sets of denim means I can’t feel her heat, but I still grind into her, relishing the way her breath catches. Her pupils dilate, and her breathing speeds. I kiss her, soaking in her taste and feel. “You want my bite while laid out on my counter like the best goddamn breakfast I could ever have?”
She shivers.
“Every time I walk into this room, it’s all I’ll ever be able to think about.” I run my lips up her throat before lighting nipping just under her left ear. “No matter what I’m supposed to be doing, all I’ll be able to envision is you splayed out on this island, your back arching as I kn0t you and claim you at the same time. You want that?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
It only takes me a minute to strip her out of her clothes, all of them landing in a heap behind me. There’s more scratches up her back, some of them deep enough to have drawn small dropsof blood that have scabbed over. I run my lips over one that runs across her shoulder. Jesus, Billie’s aggressive in bed.
Carys whines as she claws at my shirt, desperate enough she’s seconds from tearing it, and I take it off. It falls with the rest of clothing. Her hands are soft but confident as she wraps them around my dick, pushing down my jeans until they’re around my knees. She licks her lips, and I groan, keeping her from replacing her hands with her mouth.
“Not if you want my knot, baby girl,” I admit sheepishly. “I haven’t had you in over a day. This’ll be over too soon if you get your mouth on me.”
She pouts but doesn’t argue, pulling her hands away to trace up my stomach, drawing over each indentation and scar on my skin. I palm her knee as I run the head of my dick along her slick opening, relishing the way she sucks in a breath and then more slick drenches her thighs and me. I sink into her in one quick, hard slide, my eyes locked on where I disappear inside her. She moans, her head falls back, and she clenches around me tighter than a damn fist.
I ease her knee onto my shoulder, forcing the angle deeper, my pace rougher. She shivers, her scent pulsing out from her with each thrust, the walls of her cunt quivering around me like she doesn’t want to let me leave. God, I love how responsive she is, how much confidence she’s gained since I had her that first time. She kisses me before falling back on her elbow as the angle becomes too intense.
“You good?” I ask.
She nods, her pupils entirely blown out. She takes my hand and guides it to her clit, rolling her hips into me. I slowly flick it, drawing circles around it, relishing how her chest flushes and her nipples draw up tight. I let her knee drop as the heat centers in the base of my spine and twist my hand into her hair, guiding her head to the side so I can kiss just under her left ear.
“You’re sure?” I ask, fighting back my release.
“Yes.” It’s a ragged whisper against my shoulder.
I press down on her clit, pinching it slightly, and she moans, her back arching with the orgasm. I bite her in the next second, a heartbeat before I shove my knot into her and fall over the ledge myself, the release blasting through my legs and making it almost impossible to keep standing. I grab the counter in a desperate grasp to keep from collapsing altogether. Her breath catches, and then her teeth are cutting into my chest, just above my flat nipple. All at once, my sensations double, pleasure intensifying under my skin until I’m pretty sure it’s all I’ll ever be able to feel.
It takes several minutes before I’m able to form any words at all. Before I do, I carefully wrap my arms around her waist, taking all of her weight as she comes down from the double orgasm. She shivers as I run my lips up and down her throat, delicately avoiding the bleeding marks.
“I love you,” I whisper against her skin.
She shivers. I feel it before she says it, a warm thread weaving between my ribs, like it’s stitching me together.
“I love you, too.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
PAXTON
The movie’s already started by the time Carys is finished making her snacks. She walks into the movie room with two large bowls, one full of popcorn and the other yogurt-covered pretzels. Wedged between her elbow and her side is a bottle of water. My heart leaps as I see her, like I didn’t quietly acknowledge her when I dropped my bag just inside my brother’s garage and then disappeared into the extra room I’ve been using since everything happened before Christmas. I signed an extension on the temporary apartment, but I can’t stomach the thought of sleeping there alone anymore.
Her eyes snap to me, feeling the spike in my emotions, and her cheeks flush a deep pink. Rhett hums, pausing the movie.
“You all right, baby girl?” he asks, leaning back against the sofa.
I don’t know why he even has the damn thing, to be honest. He never ends up using it. Typically I do, but tonight I’m settled into the makeshift nest Carys has built up in here for our nightly routine when we’re home. I don’t examine why that is, why I’m letting the boundaries I’d established slowly erode away.
