Page 18 of Curvy Girl for the Cop

A primal growl rumbles in my chest as I cover her body with mine once more, losing myself in her honeyed lips and velvet heat. This right here, buried inside the woman I love, is the only home I'll ever need.

The rest of the world fades away as we make love, slow and deep, savoring each gasp and moan, every tremor and clutch. With each powerful thrust, I pour my devotion into her willing body, branding myself on her very soul.

Ava arches beneath me, crying out her pleasure into the charged air, her nails scoring my back. I groan her name like a prayer as her silken walls flutter around me.

"That's it, baby. Take all of me," I encourage her through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to explode as her tight heat clenches me like a vice. "You feel how hard you make me? How crazy you drive me?"

"Yes! Oh God, Ryan!" Ava sobs, writhing beneath my pistoning hips. "Don't stop, please don't ever stop!"

"Never," I vow, reaching between us to circle her swollen clit. "I'll never stop loving you, Ava. Fucking you. Filling this sweet pussy with my cum."

She keens high in her throat, back bowing off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her. Her walls spasm around my throbbing cock, milking me for all I'm worth. With a guttural shout, I bury myself to the hilt and let go, painting her womb with thick ropes of my seed.

"Ava!" I roar, hips jerking erratically as I empty myself inside her fluttering channel. Distantly, I'm aware of her fingers digging into my ass, pulling me impossibly deeper.

"Yes, Ryan! Fill me up!" She moans wantonly, grinding herself against me. "I want it all. Want to be dripping with you."

"Fuck!" I hiss, stars exploding behind my eyelids at her filthy words. This shy, sweet bookworm is going to be the death of me. The best kind of death.

Slowly, I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her. Ava's arms immediately wind around my neck, fingers toying with the sweat-dampened hair at my nape. I nuzzle into the crook of her shoulder, pressing languid kisses to her fevered skin.

"I love you," she whispers, her voice quavering with emotion. "I love you so much it terrifies me."

I lift my head to meet her shimmering gaze, my heart clenching at the vulnerability I find there. Cupping her face, I brush my thumbs over her flushed cheekbones.

"I know, baby. I feel it too. This thing between us...it's big. Life-changing." I drop a tender kiss to her trembling lips. "But I'm not going anywhere, Ava. You're it for me. The endgame."

A radiant smile blooms across her face, so beautiful it steals my breath. She draws me down for another slow, deep kiss that sets my blood on fire all over again.

"Show me," she murmurs against my mouth. "Show me how much you love me, Ryan."

And I do. Over and over, worshipping her body with reverent hands and ardent lips, until the first rays of dawn paint her satiated flesh in strokes of gold.

epilogue

?. . .?

One year later

Ava

The bellabove the bookshop door jingles cheerfully as Ryan pushes it open, his strong frame filling the entryway. My heart flutters at the sight of my husband, as it does every day when he arrives for our lunch date.

"Hey beautiful," he greets me, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. His electric blue eyes rake over my curves appreciatively as he strides over to me.

"Hi handsome," I reply shyly, a blush heating my cheeks. Even after a year of marriage, Ryan still makes me feel like a giddy schoolgirl with his intense gaze and commanding presence.

And holy fuck, does he look hot in his policeman uniform. Seriously, I never thought I was one of those girls who swooned at men in uniform, but my husband in his uniform is enough to get me dripping wet every time.

He reaches me and pulls me into his strong arms, enveloping me in his warm, musky scent. I melt into his embrace, relishing the feel of his hard body pressed against my soft one. His large hand slides possessively over the curve of my bottom.

"Missed you, baby," he murmurs huskily, nuzzling into my neck and placing a hot kiss just below my ear. "Been thinking about you all morning."

I shiver, desire pooling low in my belly at his words. "I missed you too," I breathe, tilting my head to give him better access. "I'm so glad you're here."

Ryan runs his hands up my sides, thumbs brushing the sides of my full breasts and making me gasp. He chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Let's eat lunch quickly so I can spend more time showing you just how much I missed you," he suggests wickedly, eyes darkening with lust.

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