Page 33 of Faking It at Sea

She swallowed hard and stroked me again. “Same.”

“Really?”

She nodded just once, a shy move that sent my possessive side into overdrive, and my control snapped. I grabbed her hand and pinned it to the bed beside her head. Then I used my other hand to drag the head of my cock through her welcoming heat.

“Should I stop?” I asked, my voice little more than gravel rumbling from my chest.

June shook her head without a second’s hesitation. She snaked her free hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down for another intoxicating kiss as I sank into her, burying myself to the hilt in one swift thrust.

She bit my bottom lip with a whimper.

Her nails dug into my skin.

And I found heaven.

I pulled back and drove into her again with a grunt, and fuck me, she felt so right it hurt. There was a part of my brain that knew I needed to slow down, to ease up, but I couldn’t. She was mine. My body knew it. My heart knew it.

I slammed into her again and her eyes fluttered shut with a moan that made my balls pull up tight.

“No, you don’t.” I let go of her wrist and grabbed her by the jaw. “Eyes on me, babygirl.”

She blinked up at me, a question swimming in her gaze. Maybe I should have asked what she was thinking, or tried to dial down the intensity, but I held her stare and sank into her again. And again. She rolled her hips to meet every thrust, her inner walls milking me like a fist.

There were no coherent thoughts left in my head. They’d all been shoved aside by the primal need to claim this woman as mine.

“Fuck,” I growled. I was riding the edge.

When I anchored myself inside her, grinding deep, her fingers clawed at the mattress, and finally, blessedly, she unraveled for me. Her eyes slipped closed as her back arched on a broken cry.

It was all too much. Too good.

My climax slammed into me, sending a violent shiver through me even as an almost painful pleasure threatened to drown me with my release. I let out a sound that was more animal than man and drove into her one last torturous time.

Two heaving breaths later, my arms gave out, and I barely managed to roll to the side before crushing her and all her delicious curves under my weight. Still dragging ragged breaths into my screaming lungs, I pulled her into my side.

June curled up next to me, draping one lovely leg over mine, and we laid like that in silence, my pulse gradually inching down as my thoughts spiraled.

I knew a night with her would be hot, but this woman redefined the meaning of the word.

“Why do you call me that?” she asked, yanking me out of my head with the whisper.

When I angled back to look at her, a vulnerable curiosity lingered in her eyes.

I trailed my fingertips over her back as I tried to remember the mindless words I grunted and mumbled. “Babygirl?”

She nodded.

I’d said it before, when we were getting ready to go on the ATV tour. It wasn’t a pet name I’d ever used, but it rolled off my tongue without a second thought.

“Because it feels right,” I admitted. Because she was kind and sweet, with just enough sass to make a man want to be on his best behavior around her.

And because I was already falling for her.

“Do you hate it?” I asked.

She didn’t respond for a long time, and when she did, she didn’t use words.

We moved together slowly, savoring each other, using our bodies to say things we didn’t dare say aloud. And when she fell asleep in my arms, it felt like I’d finally found that illusive piece of the giant puzzle of life that made everything else in my world make sense.

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