God, it felt so good to forget the outside world. To just be in that moment with him.
I can’t remember the last time someone took care of me, in any way, that made me escape reality if only for a moment.
As if my body has a mind of its own, I move as though I'm adjusting my position, but really, I am only trying to rub my backside into his morning erection.
Oh hell,he’s huge.
I don’t need to see it to know.
I can feel it.
I did feel it.
Last night, when he ground his hips against me, and again just now.
When he finally slides inside of me, I know I’m going to be hooked for life. He’s going to ruin me for all other men and right now, I’d let him.
A moan slips past my lips, and my eyes grow wide. It sounds so needy. As if every dirty thought I’ve had about this man was revealed in that one sound.
A small chuckle comes from behind me, his body vibrating.
“I was going to ask how you were feeling about last night, but with the way your ass is rubbing against my cock right now, I’d say you want a repeat.”
I cover my face with a hand and slowly roll over.
I do want a repeat. I want more than a repeat, but for somereason, I need to see his face when I tell him. Because I am. How could I not?
No one has ever made me feel this desperate.
Only him.
And he’s the only man who has ever made me confident enough to share my every thought, too.
The grin on his lip fades when our eyes lock.
“I do,” I tell him quietly. “Does that make me greedy?”
His hand comes to cup my cheek.
“No, it doesn't.” He inhales a deep breath. “It makes you sexy as fuck that you don’t hide it with me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” he nods and his hand smooths over my hips. He grips a handful of my butt and pulls me closer. So close that I have to lift one leg over his to fit the way he wants.
This is my favorite position with him.
He pushes his hips forward, his hard length pressing against where I want him the most.
I think it might be his favorite, too.
I suck in a breath at the same time he presses his forehead to mine and groans.
“Tell me exactly what you want to do, Books, because if you don’t, I’m not sure I’m going to have a limit the way I did last night.”
I kiss him softly.
“I don’t want you to have a limit with me, Dutton.”
