Page 66 of Mine to Take

“I do.”

“Then say it.”

When her lips press together, I nip the tip of her breast.

She squeaks as the response trembles on her lips. “I want what only you can give me.”

I rise, hovering over her until my mouth can ghost across her plush one. Back and forth I strum, barely making contact. When she attempts to close the distance between us, I retreat, not allowing it. That’s all it takes for a frustrated groan to break free from her.

I can’t help but smirk. “So fucking greedy, aren’t you?”

“Not usually.”

That admittance calms everything that rages dangerously inside me.

“But you’re greedy for me…aren’t you, sunshine?”

This time, coercion isn’t necessary.

“I am.”

“Good answer.” My mouth crashes onto hers.

I want to blot out thoughts of all the other guys who’ve come before me.

When I’m done with her, I’ll be the only man who matters.

And that includes River fucking Thompson.

My tongue strokes across the velvety softness of her own.

It wouldn’t take much for me to drown within her sweetness.

It takes effort to rip myself away. “You’re still wearing entirely too much clothing.”

That being said, I crawl down her lithe form, licking and kissing as I go.

Fuck, but she’s sweet all over.

Every damn inch of her is sugary goodness.

When I reach the waistband of her dark-wash denim, I pop open the button and drag down the zipper. The grind of metal along with the harshness of her breath is all that can be heard in the silence of the room.

The effect I have on her is music to my ears.

As soon as the turquoise fabric of her panties peeks through the opening, I yank the thick material down her slender hips and thighs before tossing them over my shoulder. I sit back and allow my gaze to lick over her nearly-naked form.

Have I ever seen anyone as gorgeous as this girl?

With her long golden hair spread out around her, it almost glows against the navy comforter she’s sprawled out on.

Her nipples are rosy and hard from being played with.

My fingers slip beneath the elastic band that encircles her waist. It’s the final scrap of material that bars me from seeing all of her.

As soon as that thought pops into my brain, I draw the silky fabric down her long, lean legs until she’s completely bared to my sight.

Fuck.

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