Page 33 of Dirty Ginger

A pause. “Since you.”

“Good.” He settled his mouth over her clit again and slowly inserted one finger, then two. He worked his fingers, slowly, but eagerly, her whimpering making him throb to slide deep inside her. When she soaked his fingers, ready and desperate, he took her over the edge.

One hard suck later, and a round of fast thrusts of his fingers, and she was coming against his tongue, wildly bucking against him.

Her musky scent enveloped him, and he gathered a condom from his wallet when she urgently opened his jeans and shoved them down over his ass. He groaned at the feel of her trembling hands, understanding her need. She took the condom from his hand and had him sheathed a moment later.

He moaned against her mouth as she slanted hers over his. He’d waited years for this. Her unabashedly wanting him, driven crazy by lust that she jumped off the bed and pushed on his chest, sending him walking backward until his legs hit the bed. He sank down on the mattress, gathering her in his arms until her knees were on the bed and the tip of him was inside her.

She broke the kiss, her intense stare on him, as she slowly lowered herself down on him, inch by inch, her eyes widening the deeper he went. And Christ, he went deep. His cock pulsated at the tightness of her, the wetness, as she worked herself down on him until he was balls deep. His moan echoed hers as she shifted her hips, back and forth, her head falling back.

He caught her taut nipple between his teeth, sucking the bud up to the roof of his mouth. She began grinding against him, circling her hips, until she had him throbbing. He nipped the taut bud, and then he caught her moan in his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, tasting every bit of his mouth in the way he knew she liked it.

She worked her hips harder, back and forth, grinding herself atop him. “I know what I want now, Beckett.”

He nipped her bottom lip, then grabbed her hips, stopping her. “What do you want?”

“You,” she whispered.

His heart tripped. He grabbed her hips tight, and done with hiding all that he felt for her, he gathered her in his arms and flipped their positions. Staring down at her beauty, her hair laid out beneath her head, her creamy flesh all his to explore, her beautiful, sweet eyes only on him. He cupped her neck, while his other hand went to her thigh, pushing it back, letting him slide back inside her as deep as he could. “Are we doing this then, Amelia? Me and you? We’re trying this again?”

She cupped his face. “Yes. I want that. I want you.”

She might have said more, maybe even had conditions to how this would go between them, but he didn’t let her finish. He couldn’t let her. Overcome with a reality he never thought possible, he didn’t take for granted their joining. He unleashed his strength, claiming what had been his from the first day he’d touched her. With every touch, he removed any memory of another man on her body. With every thrust, he made a new memory she could keep forever, just like all the memories in her shoe box. He gave her everything he had to ensure she always knew what this felt like. And as he roared his climax, his semen exploding from his cock, he knew one day, he’d do just that without a condom, and make the family that they both deserved.

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