Page 237 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“Yesss,” I hiss, sliding my hands over his chest before descending to his stomach and over his crotch.

“Sienna,” he grunts as his hips thrust forward.

My sweater goes next, quickly followed by my bra.

“Oh God,” I moan, my head hitting the wall behind me as Calvin palms my aching breasts, pinching my peaked nipples between his fingers. “More.”

“Fucking love it when you beg,” he states before leaning forward and stealing my lips again.

I moan when his hands drop from mine, but I soon forget about it when he lifts and wraps my legs around his waist.

“Holy shit,” I gasp as he rolls his hips, letting me feel just how hard he is.

“I need you, darlin’. Hated being home without you there.”

“It was only one night,” I point out as he kisses down my throat.

“Too long.” He groans as his lips brush over the swell of my breasts. Effortlessly, he lifts me higher so he can suck on one of my peaked nipples.

My fingers sink into his hair, and I hold him in place as he laves at me—not that he needs much encouragement.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs before finding my lips again.

Then, we’re on the move. His hands squeeze my ass as he carries me across the room as if I weigh no more than a feather.

Slowly, he slides me down his body before taking a step back to look at me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he praises. “And all fucking mine,” he adds as he attacks the waistband of my jeans, ripping the button open and shoving them down my legs.

My panties go next until I’m standing before him bare, my chest heaving, and the evidence of my arousal already coating my inner thighs.

“Calvin,” I whisper, reaching for him.

He’s right there before me, but it’s not enough. I need his touch, his kiss…I need him inside me.

“Tonight?” I question, my voice quiet as my cheeks heat.

“If you’re ready,” he tells me, his eyes holding mine captive. “There’s no rush if you’re not. I’ll wait for you forever.”

My heart tumbles in my chest, and I remember what he said to me earlier at the community center, the confession of those three little words that made my heart sing.

I wanted to say them back, but he didn’t let me. And by the time he let me up for air, I was gasping, and my head was spinning.

“I’m ready. I want to feel you inside me, and I trust you to take good care of me.”

His jaw works as he swallows, his fingers combing through his hair.

“I’ll always take good care of you, darlin’. You’re the most precious thing in my world. I never want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”

His words are everything I’ve always wanted to hear. I just never realized I was waiting for him to be the one to say them.

“You’ll take it slow?”

“So fucking slow. And if at any point you want me to stop, all you gotta do is say the word.”

“Pineapple.”

His smile grows. “Good girl. Now, get on the bed for me. Let me see you.”