Page 201 of Hold Me Until Morning

Tender hands roved my body, and she carefully unbuttoned my jeans as I kissed her with all the passion bottled inside.

What had built for years, shored up for this time.

For her.

Hailey shifted me to sitting on the bed, and she climbed down in front of me. She worked the laces of my boots.

“Have to admit I like the sight of you on your knees for me.” I tried my best to make it come out a tease, but it was hard holding onto that right then. Not with the way the energy thrashed and lapped.

Tugging one boot off, she quirked me a soft grin. “I’ve been on my knees for you since I was eighteen.”

“Don’t worry, honey, you’ve got me the same. On my knees. Motherfucking smitten.”

Redness lit on those cheeks, and I traced the spot while she unlaced my other boot. Once she got it free, she angled up so she could peel down my jeans.

She took my underwear with them as she went.

I lifted up to help her drag them off my legs.

A static charge zipped through the room.

Me sitting there bare and so goddamn hard I couldn’t see.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, which was fucking ridiculous because I was all scars and roughened skin and years of working out in the sun, and she was pure, unblemished beauty kneeling in front of me.

“Only thing I care about is being right in your eyes, Hailey.”

“You already are, Cody. You are the only thing I can see.”

She wrapped a hand around my dick, fisting me as she gave a hard stroke.

Pleasure prowled my spine. “Fuck me, baby, just that sweet hand could send me over the edge.”

Who knew such an innocent smile could also come off as wicked, and those plush, full lips twisted in seduction as she kept stroking me. “Good because I’m already halfway there just looking at you.”

“Well, half is not going to do, now is it? How about you strip the rest of the way out of those jeans?”

“You want me to strip for you, huh?” She played right along.

“Yeah, do it real nice.”

Hailey pushed up to standing, backing two steps away, bare from the waist up.

A river of that warm blonde hair cascaded around her, teasing tendrils I couldn’t wait to fist.

Tits pert and peaked and perfect.

She leaned over to pull off her boots and the thick socks she wore with them, and she wiggled her toes as she stood there staring across at me, unsure of what she was supposed to do next.

“Don’t be shy, darlin’. You’re mine, remember?”

She swayed those hips back and forth, slowly rocking her head from side to side, her hand riding up her abdomen and over her breasts until she was winding a hand up in her hair.

“Hell yes, just like that,” I grunted.

The button was already undone on her jeans, and she slowly turned around in a lust-inducing dance. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and barely wiggled them down, giving me a tease of just the cleft of that glorious ass.

I growled. “Temptress, aren’t you?”

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