Gripping her by the hips, he crushed her lips with his. Her mind spun from the lack of air, but she never wanted to surface. She didn’t realize he’d backed her up to the bed until her legs hit the mattress.
He tore his mouth free and ripped off her top. “God, you’ve been driving me crazy all night.” His lips hit her throat and worked a trail of small kisses up to her chin and back down to the tops of her breasts.
Sucking in a gasp, she sank her fingers into his soft hair and let emotions and pleasure spike through her.
She rocked her hips into his, feeling the stiff length between them.
“You act as eager as I am.”
“In case you didn’t notice, I am.” His grin flashed before he returned to kissing her, slow and thorough, framing her face with startling tenderness that contrasted to the bodily harm he threatened that guy with hours ago.
She slid her hands up his muscled back and gripped his shoulders, his skin under her palms warm and hard at the same time. His hands started to roam too—thank god, because she was losing her sanity taking things this slow. He skimmed his hands up to cup her breasts.
He swished his thumbs over her peaked nipples, making her cry out. Passion waged war with the desire that urged her body to have him—now.
But he set the pace, pressing kisses beneath her jaw and another at her throat with so much reverence that her breath caught.
This amazing man didn’t think he was worthy of her. He’d looked her mother in the eye and admitted he didn’t believe he was a good guy, when everything he did proved the opposite.
He made her life happier, easier, more exciting simply by stepping into it.
For years she’d felt like an old house she’d seen on the edge of town—abandoned and empty and neglected—and she’d accepted it as being just part of her life. Like eventually everyone would leave the way her ex did, choosing himself over her and Ben.
But somewhere between the day with Vander at the ranch and the way he watched over Ben without being asked…Vander had stopped feeling temporary.
And maybe the scariest part was that she finally pictured forever with him.
Chapter Twelve
Pope buried his face against Summer’s throat as she writhed beneath him in tangled sheets, both of them already panting from the first round of sex and somehow racing straight toward another.
Her bare legs wrapped tight around his hips and he moved his hand slowly over her body like he couldn’t stop touching her even if he tried.
Which was true.
Summer gasped softly when his mouth closed over the sensitive spot beneath her ear again, fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Vander!” His name came out breathless and shaky.
That alone nearly finished him.
He lifted his head just enough to look at her spread beneath him in the dim bedroom light. Hair wild across the pillow. Lips swollen from his mouth. Bare breasts rising and falling harder every time his hands drifted lower.
Beautiful.
Completely his in this moment.
The realization hit him hard enough that his chest clamped around it.
Summer’s fingertips slid into the back of his hair and tugged lightly. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Trying to figure out how I got so lucky.”
He moved down her body and burying his tongue in her pussy. Her urgent moan drove him on, and he swirled his tongue around her stiff clit to the rhythm of her rocking hips.
He took his time with her because he loved watching her unravel slowly. Loved the way she went from soft and pliant to completely shaking apart in his arms. Every little gasp and shiver pushed him higher.
Her sweet flavor coated his lips and tongue, and his cock pulsed from the need to plunge inside her and feel her tight heat.
