Page 144 of Arrogant Bastard

Instantly consumed.

Our tongues tangle.

I groan.

He growls.

Our hands are everywhere, roaming and urgent. I arch into him, and he grips my hips hard, pulling me closer.

He pulls away and says in an urgent tone. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.”

“I’ve missed you, Cat.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Our lips meet again in a hard kiss, and it goes on and on, lips fusing until we’re breathless and panting and straining.

He scrapes his teeth along the curve of my neck, whispering into my ear, “You know how you’re always wanting me to rip off your panties and claim you?”

“Yes.” I rock into him, feel the press of his erection against my swollen center.

“Well, today’s your lucky day.”

“Thank God.”

Then he’s kissing me again.

And I’m fumbling with his zipper, wrapping my fingers around his steely length. He’s finally free.

He curses.

Hooks a finger at the hem of my panties and pushes the fabric to the side.

I cry out when he impales me, swift and sudden. There’s no preamble, no finesse, and I love every second.

He works his cock in and out of me until I’m stretched taut and filled.

I rock my hips, pressing against him.

I have to say something before he pushes me toward mindless oblivion. I have to make sure he knows. With considerable effort, I manage to tear my mouth away.

He’s pushing into me, and my hips circle down. Sensation flutters through my core, sizzles through my body.

We fit so perfectly, I lose my breath.

But I still manage to push the words past my lips. “You’re right. You are home.”

“Yes.” He grips my hips, slamming me down. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Finally, at long last, I am claimed.

It’s everything I thought it would be, and more.