Page 225 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I know he’ll be gentle with me. That’s the only thing he’s ever been—gentle and patient.

But I’m done waiting.

I want him.

All of him.

“Please,” I whisper, forcing his eyes back up to mine—usually blue, they’re now almost black with desire.

His chest heaves beneath his T-shirt, and his pants strain against his erection.

My mouth waters and my fingers twitch with my need to rip open his fly and feel his thickness.

“Fucking love hearing you beg me, darlin’. Now get on the bed and spread your legs.”

Slowly, I do as I’m told, resting back on my elbows so I can watch him.

The second I part my legs, his eyes drop, and he drags his fingers through his hair.

“Pull your panties aside. Let me see you.”

The second I do, he lets out the filthiest groan I’ve ever heard.

“Calvin, I need⁠—”

I gasp when he suddenly drops to his knees.

“Shit, your knee. Are you⁠—”

“I’m fine. Stop worrying about me. This is about you,” he tells me before dragging my panties down my legs and spreading me even wider. “So fucking perfect.”

Then his mouth is on me, and I cry out, so overwhelmed by sensation as he laps at me, his tongue circling my clit before he sucks on it.

I only last a few seconds before I’m crashing over the edge, crying out his name and pulling his hair.

“So fucking perfect,” he repeats as he sits up and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.

He stands and crawls on top of me. He’s still fully dressed, and I’m only wearing my heels. It’s not fair; I want to see him, to touch him as well.

He kisses me, stealing all my thoughts, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.

“More,” I beg the second he pulls back. “I want you. It’s time. I want you inside me.”

He holds my eyes, his entire body pulled tight. But he doesn’t react.

“Calvin?” I question, my voice quieter.

He drops his forehead to mine.

“I’ve been dreaming for years about what it would be like to have you. For you to be mine.”

“So have me. Take me. I’m yours.”

He squeezes his eyes closed as if he’s in physical pain, and I panic.

“Not tonight, darlin’. Not when you’ve been drinking.”

“I’m fine. I know what I’m asking. I know what I want. I promise I won’t regret it in the morning.”