“I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” He nipped at my ear.

“I think I’ve always been yours, Kingston Pierce.”

That was all it took. He was practically running toward the house as my head fell back in laughter, and he kept one hand on my bottom and one tangled in my hair as I tucked my head into the crook of his neck.

When we got inside, he carried me straight to his bedroom and dropped me onto the bed. “Do you know how many nights I’ve thought about this?”

“Probably as many as I have.”

“I’ve had you in my bed dozens of times, and I’ve explored every inch of your beautiful body, and I’ve never been inside you. And I’ve fucking thought about it so many times, Saylor.”

“Me, too.”

He crawled onto the bed and kissed me. “Do you have any idea how badly I want you? Want this?”

“I do.” I smiled up at him, my hands trembling as I pushed his shirt up and over his head. He unbuttoned the navy spaghetti strap blouse I was wearing and smiled when he opened it to find there was no bra beneath. His fingers traced over my breasts; my nipples were already hard and wanting.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, before he moved to his feet and pulled my cowboy booties off, dropping them to the floor. I sat forward and unbuckled his jeans, kissing his chiseled abdomen as I shoved his pants and boxers down in one swift movement. His dick sprung to life—hard and long and thick.

He kicked off his shoes and his clothes and then reached for the waist of my skirt. He tugged it down my legs as his tongue swiped out to wet his bottom lip, his gaze traveling over the length of me.

“I know I owe you some new panties, but I have no patience,” he said, tearing the lace with ease as I chuckled. I didn’t mind it.

I had no patience when it came to King either.

He leaned down to grab his jeans and pulled his wallet out before the foil packet appeared in his hand.

“I’ve never been with anyone without a condom, and I’m on the pill.”

He paused, studying me for several seconds. “I’ve never been with a woman without wearing protection either. Are you sure about this?”

“I want to feel you. All of you.”

It was the truth. I didn’t want anything between us.

“What the fuck did I ever do to deserve you?”

He crawled over me, hovering just above me.

“All you have to do is exist, and you’ll have me,” I whispered.

He claimed my mouth and kissed me. It was different this time. It wasn’t rushed or frantic. It was slow. Controlled.

Like we both knew this next chapter we were starting wasn’t temporary. His hand gripped the side of my neck, tilting my head so he could take the kiss deeper.

We kissed for the longest time before he pulled back, and his lips moved down my neck and chest. He flicked my nipples with his tongue, and I gasped, so eager and ready.

“King, I want you right now.” My breaths were coming hard and fast. “I need you right now.”

“I know, baby. I need you, too.” He moved back up, and before I even realized what was happening, he flipped us over, with him lying on his back. He settled me on top of him, one leg on each side, so I was straddling him. “I want you to set the pace. Take things as slow as you want or as fast as you want.”

I nodded, still finding it hard to believe that we were here. Together. No more worries. No more rules. But then I glanced down and saw his giant erection standing there waiting for me. Though it wasn’t the first time I’d seen it, it was the first time we were going to have sex. And there was no freaking way it was going to fit.

“Baby, I’m going to come right here if you keep staring at it like that.” His hand wrapped around his dick and stroked a couple of times.

“It’s not going to fit,” I whispered.

He chuckled. “It’ll fit. We were made for each other. That’s why I wanted to do it with you on top, so you can take me in inch by inch and set the pace. We’ll take it slow.”