Page 115 of Floodgates

His disgust made me laugh as he bent to kiss me.

“It’s not funny,” he groused softly.

“No,” I agreed as he sealed his lips over mine.

The kiss was hard and slow, and I took my time because all I really wanted was to taste him. He closed his eyes, and I kissed his throat and his jaw before returning to his mouth. He moved his hands over my chest and down across my stomach to the snap on my jeans. He was not gentle and tugged the snap open roughly. I dug my fingers into his shoulders to bring him close, and he smiled down at me before covering me with his big, hard body, crushing me gently under him.

“I’m lucky you finally saw me,” he whispered against my mouth.

“Why?” I asked, threading my fingers through his hair, savoring the silky feel.

“Because I was fuckin’ miserable without you,” he confessed, obviously not happy about coming clean.

“Talk to me from now on, huh?”

He grunted, and I couldn’t help smiling as he covered my throat with hot kisses and then moved slowly downward.

“Cord,” I pressed him.

“I swear,” he assured me, and with that I felt him relax in my arms.

His easy grin flushed me with heat, his contentment obvious. He got up just long enough to strip out of his Dockers, and I did the same with my low-rise jeans, though he grabbed the cuffs and yanked them down and off.

“They’re on the floor,” he announced evilly before he tossed a small tube onto the bed beside me. “Should I fold them?”

“Try not to be such a wiseass.”

He shrugged, and I get a trace of a very wicked grin.

“Always come prepared with the lube, do you?”

“For you? Yeah.”

I was laughing as he flipped me over on my stomach but stopped instantly when he pressed his hard, muscular chest along my back. He felt too good, too hot.

“You want me?” he checked.

“Oh yes.”

“You know, I had no idea your voice could sound like that.”

“Like what?” I asked as I heard the pop-top snap open.

“Like sex,” he rumbled before sliding his lubed middle finger deep inside my ass.

“Cord,” I rasped, bucking under him.

“I was gonna take my time, but I want you too much,” he said, adding another finger and gently scissoring me open.

“Yes,” I whimpered, writhing as he wrapped his left hand around my throat and tipped my head back, curling his fingers into my mouth.

“So you have to take me in.”

“I want to see you.”

When he rubbed his chest over my back, I realized I was slick with sweat that fast, flushing hot and cold as he pressed against my entrance.

“Please, Cord.”