Page 110 of The Charm of You

But he doesn’t immediately slide inside. Instead, he stops palming my ass, and he gives it what feels like a swat.

I blink, bringing the wall in and out of focus as a smile tugs at my lips. “Did you just…”

“I’ve been imagining spanking you all fucking week.”

I lick my lips and savor the unexpected move.

“Was that not okay?”

I angle my face to the side, where our gazes meet over my shoulder. “More than okay.”

A wicked shadow crosses his features as he plows into me. There’s no other word for it.

There’s no restraint, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.

With every thrust, Austin unleashes every ounce of tension. Each growl. All of his pent-up frustrations, as if he’s letting go of every reason he’s ever had to be angry.

He drills into me like a madman, and I revel in it.

It’s fucking glorious.

My walls clench around him, throbbing with my impending release as his hips slap against mine.

More thunder rings out, bursting with fervor as his name rips from my throat.

“This is how you love to take it, isn’t it?” He pants as he lifts my leg and holds it out to the side, still driving into me at a ravenous pace.

His balls swing against my swollen heat, and I lose my mind.

“You love to take my cock deep and rough, don’t you? My cock... Mine.”

Somewhere in the back of my foggy mind, I swear he’s talking about me when he says mine.

As if to claim I’m his.

I explode, sagging against the wall and bringing him with me like we’re one body. His front is glued to my back as he bucks into me one final time.

Instinctively, my hand flies to his over my hip, and I squeeze him as I try to keep myself from completely folding. I hang onto him for balance.

For strength and healing.

Because this man has helped me heal in ways I never anticipated. Austin is the reason I’m excited to dream again.

He peels himself off me, and I spin, steadying myself against the wall as I lick my lips. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his forehead, and I offer him a lazy smile.

“Hear that?” I ask.

A frown answers me.

“It stopped raining.”

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thirty-five

AUSTIN

“What happened to you last night?” Addie asks as I step under the awning at the high school Saturday morning.

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