Page 39 of Make Me Yours

“Holding you down,” I repeat, wondering if maybe I’m not as much of a bastard as I’ve always thought. I must have done something good in my life to earn this gem of a woman in my bed, even if it’s only for a few weeks.

She nods. “Yes. Hard, please. And don’t let me up, no matter how hard I fight you.”

My balls tighten and a wave of desire so intense it’s almost painful wrenches through my core. “We’d need a safe word for something like that, sweetheart.”

“Eggplant,” she says without hesitation. “That’s what I’ll say if I want you to stop, but…I won’t want you to stop. I already know I won’t.”

And she doesn’t. Ten minutes later, we’re both covered in sweat and slamming together hard and fast, even as she twists and struggles to get free. It’s frenzied, wild fucking at its finest, and when I finally come, it’s with an intensity that puts even my first orgasm of the night to shame.

I come groaning and cursing and calling her name like a prayer.

And she does the same, until we’re both lying limp and boneless in each other’s arms.

Finally, I lift my head to stare down into her dreamy face. “Good?”

She sighs and nods. “I can’t feel my toes.”

“Then I’ll move,” I say, but she wraps her legs around my hips, holding me in place with a flex of her strong thighs.

“No. Stay. I’m memorizing you. You still smell like a fancy hotel, even after you’ve done sweaty, wonderful things to me.”

“And you…” My words trail off as I spy the faint blue marks on her wrists. I curse again as I reach up, taking her arm gently in hand.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“I bruised you. Why didn’t you use your safe word?”

She drags her arm down, staring at it with an unconcerned expression. “It didn’t hurt then. And it doesn’t hurt now.” She sighs again and loops her arm around my neck. “I like it. It’s like…a souvenir. I can look at it tomorrow, while I’m working and wishing I were fucking you instead and feel smug about how great I am at being sexy.” She frowns. “Which reminds me, you didn’t even notice the effort I made to look delicious for you.”

I return her frown. “Yes, I did. I told you that you were stunning, but I like you better without makeup.”

“No, not that,” she says with a huff. “The bra and panties. I wore fancy ones. Just for you. And you didn’t even notice.”

I blink, but she’s right. I can’t remember what I took off of her. I was in too much of a hurry to get to her skin. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“You should be,” she says, grinning. “Now you can never complain about my cotton panties again.”

“Would it make it better if I told you I ordered several hundred dollars’ worth of lingerie this evening, while I was waiting for it to get dark, and wishing you were already here? They’re arriving Wednesday.”

Her smile widens. “Yeah, that does make things better, actually. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’d also like to take you shopping on Friday. If you can take the afternoon off. I’d like to buy you something to wear to a fancy dinner out of town next week.”

Her lips purse. “That’s sweet, but Friday is Halloween. I have to be spooky on Halloween. The girls and I are having a bookclub Halloween party and then I’ll probably hit the Moose Club’s haunted house or something. Halloween must be celebrated.”

“Must it?” I tease, even as my wheels spin, not willing to give up one of my nights with her so easily. “And what if I arranged for us to celebrate together, after your book club party? Somewhere we won’t be seen by prying eyes? Could I tempt you away from the Moose Club for the evening?”

She brushes a gentle hand down my face, that fond smile on her lips again that makes my heart do borderline painful things in my chest. “Yes, you could. I’m pretty sure you could tempt me away from just about anything, Mr. Fancy. Thank you for being the best first lover a girl ever had.”

Refusing to think about how much I want to be her last lover, as well, I turn my head, pressing a kiss to her palm. “My pleasure, beautiful.”

And then I fuck her again, but it isn’t fucking this time.

It’s slower, softer, with her eyes locked on mine as she takes her first turn on top of me. And as her hands brace on my chest and her hips rock into me with a sensual rhythm that mimics the rise and fall of the sea, I know I’m losing something.

Something important.

I’ve never let my defenses fall like this. I’ve never dropped my guard or let anyone so deep into the secret places inside. But with Sully…

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