Just him.
“Ready?” he roughed out, sliding between her open thighs.
“So ready.” She rolled her body to meet him.
As he pushed inside, slow and careful, he watched her face for any sign of discomfort. But there was only pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as she stretched around him.
“Fern.” Her name came out guttural, raw.
“Move,” she urged, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Please move!”
He did, setting a rhythm that had them both gasping. She met him thrust for thrust, her body arching beneath his, and he couldn’t look away from her—the way her lips parted, the flush spreading down her chest, the way she gasped his name.
This wasn’t just sex. It was more. So much more. They both felt it.
And when she tightened around him, crying out as another orgasm crashed through her, he knew he was in trouble.
The best kind of trouble.
The kind he never wanted to escape.
* * * * *
Crew filled her. Stretched her. Made her lose her mind.
Fern pushed upward, rocking with the rhythm of his every thrust. Her insides gripped around each withdrawal and tightened around his steely length on every inward push.
She hitched her knee around his hip, and he slipped deeper in a slick glide that had them both moaning out.
Her mind whirled with sensation…and more. It had beenso longsince she felt any man’s touch—or more importantly, wanted it—that she felt like she was waking after a long sleep.
Frantic to connect them in every possible way, she twisted her mouth into his. Their lips collided with a passion that made her mind blank to anything but Crew. She flattened her hand on his spine, lost in the flex and pull of his muscles. Her free hand found his jaw and stroked across the stubble there.
He broke the kiss, jaw clenched. “I can’t get enough of you.”
His words made her heart trill. She arched into him as he drove his cock through her inner walls on another rock of his hips. His dark gaze burned into her.
The sun that streamed through the slats in the window blind caught the flecks in his eyes. Chocolate brown. Espresso. Rich earth. All the shades of brown she loved even more now that they belonged to Crew.
She also realized the time of day. It wasn’t the dark of night with the light turned off. She couldn’t stop the smile that twitched at her lips. “We’re having sex before noon.”
His lips tilted. “I like to exceed expectations.”
“Overachiever.”
“Only when properly motivated.” His eyes flashed, and her giggle morphed into a gasp when he dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
His hot tongue swirled in an urgent pattern around her taut bud. A string of sensation tugged between her breast and pussy. Her inner walls clenched hard around his cock.
He went still for a heavy beat. His lips stopped too, only a warm clamp around her nipple. He released it, warm breath rushing across her flesh.
Smoothing her fingers over his angular jaw, she lifted his head. Their gazes clashed like a lightning strike, sending liquid fire arrowing through her.
She saw him holding back a force that neither of them were prepared for when they began.
“Fern,” he grated out, his control fractured.
Her pussy flooded, and he ground his cock against her core with a low grunt that told her he wasn’t far from release.
