My shirt is removed at lightning speed as one flick of his finger releases my bra, tossing it onto the floor in a mad rush. His hands lift me onto the table seconds before his mouth claims my breasts.
My fingers dig into his hair as I arch back, letting him feast on me as much as he pleases.
“God, I’ve missed the taste of your skin,” he rasps against me as he pulls my nipple deep into his mouth. The scruff on his jawline feels like heaven against my sensitive skin.
His hands skim along my bare thighs before grabbing my ass in a rough grip and locking me to him as his teeth graze my neck before my flesh disappears between his lips as he sucks deep.
“I’m going to take now,” he growls, sliding his fingers into the lace at the front of my panties and breaking through in one swift tear. The sound of fabric ripping fills the air as my thong falls lifelessly onto the table.
Sliding two fingers in deep, my lips part on a moan as my body lifts in obedience, wanting to take just as much from him. I’m so wet for him that I can feel it coat my inner thighs as he drags his hand away.
“Take my cock out, sunshine,” his voice low in my ear. “I want your hands on me and guiding me to where I belong.”
Moving fervently, I quickly undo the rest of his belt and ties before releasing him from his pants and wrapping my hand around him. My thumb brushes his tip, and his arousal dripsonto my skin. An animalistic moan warms my neck as I stroke down the length of him before I lead him to where we both desperately need him to be.
As soon as he touches my warmth, he thrusts in hard, filling me deep on my next breath.
My cry is muffled against his neck as he takes me again and again with a force that has my body bending at his mercy.
His rawness and primal need ignite a burning fire in my core as I tighten my legs around him and welcome each buck of his hips that goes harder and harder into the flames.
My tongue swipes his neck, and I taste the saltiness of his skin. He smells of spice and sin as I breathe him in and slide my lips over his shoulder, sucking lightly at his flesh.
“Harder,” he growls, his fingers digging in my ass as I’m slammed against him again.
My lips graze him before I suck harder, sinking my teeth into him.
He groans in my hair as I dig my fingernails into his back and taste more of him.
My body instantly reacts on the next thrust as I combust into a million pieces. It hits me so fast that I can’t comprehend all the sensations at once.
“Fuck, Savi…” His voice is a plea as I pulse and squeeze him tight. “I’m…fuck…I’m cumming,” he moans as his warm release pours inside me. Our bodies locked as one, surrendering it all in this moment.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he pants into my neck. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he continues to say in a repeated pattern.
“Hey,” I say softly, lifting his head to meet his eyes, which are full of blame. “It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry for,” I smile, wanting to take away the worry I see etched on his face.
“I just came in you.” He looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind and is clearly shocked that I’m not overreacting right now. “Ifucking didn’t have control,” he says, pulling out and stuffing himself back in his pants before his hands aggressively rake through his hair. “I couldn’t fucking pull out in time. How does that not scare the fuck out of you right now?”
“I’m not sure,” I say, biting my lip and wondering why I’m so eerily calm. “I guess because it’s you,” I shrug.
“That should scare you even more,” he mutters, picking my bra and shirt off the floor.
I can’t help the giggle that escapes as I take the clothes he’s handing me. He narrows his eyes at me, and I do my best to compose myself because he’s obviously freaking out right now. Putting my bra and top back on, I reach for him.
“Come here,” I say, pulling him to me. My arms come around his neck, and I softly kiss his lips. His body starts to relax as his arms come around me.
“I know we didn’t use protection, but I just got off my period,” I say, running my fingers through his hair at the back of his head in a soothing motion. “It’s highly unlikely that I’m ovulating and that I’ll get pregnant.”
“And if by some chance you are?”
“Then if you’re still alive after you tell my brothers, we’ll figure it out together.” I bite back the laugh that wants to erupt as he realizes what I just said.
“Jesus, I’m already trying to figure out how to tell Miles I’m in love with his sister,” he mutters. “Telling him I also got you pregnant is just asking him to put me six feet under.”
I don’t hear the rest of the sentence because all I heard was the first part.
“What did you say?”
