She followed him. Taking him to the root again, making his toes curl into the floor as she did things to him that he’d forgotten existed between a man and woman.
He let his thumb drift to the corner of her mouth just to feel it bulging around him, and could withstand it no more. He jerked back and grabbed her by the upper arms at the same time, ensuring she couldn’t steal his mind again.
“When I come, it’s going to be inside you.”
She was still on her knees, eyes glazed with desire. “Bare?”
He went still as her question permeated the haze of need pulsing through his system. “You want me bare inside you?”
“Yes. I mean…if you want. I’m clean, and I’m on birth con—”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish the sentence. He yanked her to her feet and threw them both onto the bed. As they tumbled down, he braced his weight so he didn’t crush her with anything but his lips.
Their kiss raged out of control. Dammit, he wanted hours to explore her, to memorize every sound she made, commit every reaction and shift of her expression to memory as he unraveled her control.
When the head of his cock pressed to her slick folds, he tore from the kiss and stared down at her. He didn’t speak, and neither did she.
He looked at her until the quiet stretched thin and she wiggled her hips.
“Oh fuck!” In one smooth, uncontrollable glide, he was entering her, tunneling through her hot, clenching walls without any barrier between their bodies.
He feared the one that existed between their hearts was gone too.
Color deepened in her cheeks, and she locked stares with him as if daring him to lose control.
He almost did.
Instead, he withdrew on a slow swing of his hips, determined to drive her to orgasm first. Her breathing grew shallow, her lip caught between her teeth. Ash cupped her breast with reverence more than hunger and bent to kiss her—gentle, exploratory kisses that skimmed her mouth and jaw, as he sank inside her again.
When he began to withdraw again, she arched upward for more. Frustration flickered across her face, and satisfaction burned low in his gut. The heat in her gaze was unmistakable, and she sucked in a sharp gasp as he plunged deep inside her again.
She gripped his back. “I love your body.”
His smile spread over her lips. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
Her breath hitched when he clamped his fingers around her nipple again.“Please.”
The sensation of being skin to skin—everywhere—damn near stole the rest of his control. He moved faster and faster. Her exhale turned shaky. Her inhale pausing for endless beats while he drove them both higher.
When he slid his hand between her thighs and found her damp heat, his control frayed further.
“Angelo, please!”
“Please what?” He had to hear the words. Needed to embed them in the code of his DNA the way he locked away snapshots of her in his mind.
In case.
In case they never got this again.
She searched his eyes, her own blazing sapphires of need. “Make me come.”
He barely staved off his release and reached between her legs to drive her mad.
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Angelo’s teeth grazed her skin while he teased her slow, then fast. Every time her body tensed toward release, he eased back, stretching the tension until she trembled beneath him.
Her insides clutched at his rigid cock. So good. So right to feel him without any barrier.
