“Cal’s guest room?”
That got me a smile. “You.”
My throat tightened.
He brushed his thumb over my cheek. “Not like this, though.”
“No?”
“No.” His gaze moved over my face. “In the dreams, I was always losing you.”
I covered his hand with mine.
“You’re not losing me tonight.”
His eyes darkened.
“No,” he said. “I’m not.”
The bed dipped beneath us.
The blue quilt was cool against my bare back as Dylan came over me, his body warm and solid and careful. I opened my thighs for him without thinking, welcoming the weight of him settling between them. His cock was thick and hard against my inner thigh, and the feel of it sent a fresh pulse of heat low in my belly.
He kissed me deeply, tongue stroking mine, while one hand slid between us. His fingers parted me, found me already slick and aching, and circled my clit with slow, deliberate pressure that made my hips lift.
“So wet,” he murmured against my mouth. “God, Destiny… you feel so ready for me.”
I was. I had been since the moment he slipped that ring on my finger in the snow.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, stroking once, twice, feeling the hot, silky weight of him. He groaned, forehead dropping to mine.
“Please,” I whispered.
He didn’t make me ask twice.
He notched himself at my entrance and pushed in slowly—inch by thick, perfect inch—stretching me open around him. The sensation was exquisite: the deep, delicious fullness, the way my body had to yield to take all of him, the way every nerve endinglit up as he filled me completely. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, and he paused, breathing hard, giving me time to adjust even though I could feel how badly he wanted to move.
“You okay?” he asked, voice strained.
“Better than okay,” I breathed. “You feel… so good. So full.”
That seemed to undo something in him. He kissed me hard and began to move—slow, deep strokes that dragged along every sensitive place inside me. Each thrust sent sparks racing up my spine. The angle was perfect, the friction exactly what I needed. I wrapped my legs around his hips, heels pressing into the backs of his thighs, urging him deeper.
We touched when he caught my hand and laced our fingers together above my head. The soft clink of metal sent a fresh wave of emotion through me.
“My wife,” he whispered against my lips.
“Not yet,” I managed, half-laughing, half-moaning as he thrust again, hitting that spot that made my toes curl.
“My soon,” he corrected, voice rough.
The word, the way he said it while buried inside me, nearly broke me open.
He moved with steady, powerful strokes, careful of his side but not holding back the heat between us. I could feel every inch of him—hot, hard, sliding in and out of my slick heat. My inner walls fluttered around him with every deep push, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter low in my belly.
“Dylan…” His name came out on a gasp.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, releasing my hand so he could slide his thumb over my clit again in tight, perfect circles. “Let me feel you come, beautiful. Come on my cock.”
