Page 46 of Bidding War

Her small hand pries at my clothes and the touch of her skin on mine wipes out all doubt. If this fucks us up, we’ll be fucked up together. I clasp her ass with one hand and stand up with the other so her legs wrap around my waist. We kiss as I carry her to her bed. I need this. I need her. How can I even think of denying her anything she wants?

Clothes fly off us both in all directions until we are skin-on-skin. I lay her down before me, and as much as I’d love to spend an hour worshipping her with my tongue, I need to feel her tight body around me. She pulls me on top of her, spreading her thighs for me and cradling my body there. Our kisses are fevered and messy, something between a kiss and a giggle. My heart pounds faster than anything. I’m simply too giddy to have her with me again.

I brush my cock over her to make sure she’s wet before I enter her. No more pain for my love. Only pleasure. Once I start, though, it’s nearly impossible to hold myself back. She must be on the same page—she juts herself up to me for more. Our bodies wave at one another until we are locked in together, sweetly moaning. Hers is almost a purr, and instantly, I’m addicted to the sound.

We kiss and stroke and groan together, every movement, every sound, perfection. I love her with my whole being, and I want to show her with my body. When she looks up at me with that mystified smile, I know I’m giving her one, too. Everything between us is simply too good. Nothing could ever be this incredible again.

Until the next thrust. And the one after that. And so on.

She wraps her legs around me tightly as she comes, and her pussy clenches on me like she never wants to let me go. I don’t want her to. I work her into a frenzy. No more words out of her. Only more of those delicious sounds.

Her face flushes red as her head digs back into the pillow, baring her throat to me. I see evidence of the unworthy man on her there, and knowing he could have never had this, I work her harder. He could never earn her love. Could never make her come. It’s petty of me, and I don’t care. I beat him in every possible way, and it makes me feel like a conqueror.

Once her body goes limp, I’m convinced she’s about to fall asleep. But not my June. She pushes me until I roll onto my back for her, and she straddles my cock, riding me. Just when I think she’ll zig, she zags, and I love it.

She lays on my chest, and I hold her to me as we gently roll against one another. I’m so deep inside of her that I’m lost, and I can’t think of a better thing than being lost inside of June. Her body pulses on me again as she tenses, and her climax brings mine forward. She kisses me as she comes, and her taste tips me over the edge. June makes me come deep inside of her, and there is nothing else in the world. Just her and me and this moment. I want to live here forever.

25

JUNE

Iwake up, twined in Anderson. His arms, his legs. The poor guy has so many bruises on him. I didn’t realize just how bad things had been in the fight until he was naked. His ribs, collarbone, and shins, not to mention his handsome face. He’s all scuffed up and purple in spots, but none of it slowed him down once he knew what I wanted.

Sex after trauma can be a mistake. I know this. I went into it with my eyes wide open. But I didn’t care. I needed him. Needed the comfort of his body, his way. The feel of him set something deep inside of me at ease. Making love had never felt that right, not even after he rescued me from my kidnappers.

Even now, I want him again. It’s sometime in the morning—the sun is at just the right angle to tell me that. I hope he doesn’t have anywhere to be because I’m not waking him for anything. Not even my own libido. Instead, I snuggle back against him, relishing the warmth of his body.

He makes me feel protected and cherished when he spoons me. I love the feel of his skin on mine. Languid heat flushes through me, and it’s hard not to press back against his morning wood. Here, I’m safe. Here, I’m loved. Last night feels a million miles away, and I am so damned grateful for that. Anderson has made me grateful for everything.

I’m alive, thanks to him.

When he clutches at my waist and pulls me closer in his sleep, I love it. It’s like I’m his teddy bear or something. I comfort him as much as he comforts me. This is what love is supposed to be. Will things be complicated? I’m sure of it. As long as his father breathes, it’ll be complicated. But we can face anything together. Last night showed me that. I only hope I can be there for Anderson if ever he needs someone the way I needed him.

I’ll do my damnedest.

He kisses the back of my neck, and it sends shivers through me. His sleepy voice is so deep that there are even more shivers. “Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning.”

“I don’t know about you, but I could really use a fucking shower.”

I giggle at that. “Had one last night before you got here, but I wouldn’t mind another. If that was an invitation, I mean.”

“You are permanently invited to all of my showers.” He kisses the back of my neck again and presses his hard cock against my ass before he takes a deep breath of me. The simple act of him breathing me in turns me on. Like he’s some kind of animal, scenting his mate. He growls, “Your skin is so soft there.”

I ache for him again. This man is everything I want. Softly, I murmur, “You might like it better, soft and slippery. Shower?”

He lets out a groan. “Yeah. Shower.”

We manage to make our way there before falling into each other’s mouths. He fumbles with the shower knob as we make out, so I turn us and set the temperature where I like it. With him behind me again, he lifts my hair and nibbles on my shoulder. Heat pools between my thighs in response. The water is hot enough, so I yank back the curtain, and we barely make it into the shower before he has his hand on my pussy.

“So fucking wet for me already,” he murmurs before he kisses me. He’s right. I’m practically drenched. His finger glides right in while his thumb works my clit. His work makes me shudder. But then he pulls back. “Not yet.” Anderson drops to his knees and lifts up my left leg over his shoulder for access. Thank god there’s a grab bar in the shower, or I’d fall over.

No, not thank god. Thank Grandma. Nope. Don’t want to think about that right now.

I cling to it for dear life while Anderson sucks my clit. His finger still shuttles in and out of me, and I’m already on fire for him. I chirp out, “Just like that. Don’t stop!”

He doesn’t. I think he’d never stop if he didn’t need to eat food at some point. His finger hooks against my G-spot, working me there. Fire pours through my veins as I come, and my back arches so hard he almost loses his grip on me. Just as my orgasm ends, he turns me around and thrusts his cock into me. A thick arm wraps around my waist to hold me up.

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