Page 75 of What He Wants

“Love isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel for you, woman,” he finally rasped behind me. Without warning, he picked me up and arranged me on his lap, facing him. His expression was raw, fierce, and the truth was there in his dark eyes. “You want the words, baby? I fucking love you.”

His hand found its way into my hair and he pulled me closer, slanting his mouth over mine. I released a soft moan, opening to his tender persuasion so our tongues could mesh. Smokey heat and Big John’s masculinity overwhelmed my senses, showing me so much more than any words how this man felt about me. Big John didn’t do tender, he didn’t do soft, he didn’t do slow either, yet there he was, kissing me as if he worshiped me, taking his time to convey without words that he did love me.

And I loved him.

We hadn’t known each other for very long, a mere few months, but already we’d endured more than what some people lived in a lifetime. Our life together would never be boring, that was for certain, but I knew that he would do whatever it took to take care of me. He was bossy and overbearing, and took more than he asked for, but in a way that all excited me. I had never thought that a possessive man would appeal to me after Paul, but with Big John, his possessiveness toward me revealed that he wanted me for me, and not as some object to own.

He'd claimed me like a Viking Neanderthal.

I couldn’t help myself, I grinned against his lips.

He pulled away. “This is some of my best ‘I love you’ kissing attempt, and you’re grinning at me?” He sounded offended, but there was humor in his smiling eyes. “You wound me, woman.” He slapped his hand over his heart.

“You did a good job, but I just realized that I don’t want tender from you,” I admitted, running my hand along his collarbone and shoulder. “I don’t want slow either. I like your Neanderthal ways. I like the way you claim me as your woman.” I looked into his eyes so that there would be no misunderstandings. “I like hard and rough. I like you taking control and fucking me senseless.” His eyes turned darker, his nostrils flaring slightly.

“So, is this a yes that you’ll be my old lady?”

I nodded. “But we’ll take things slowly, Big John. I like how things are between us, and it’s bound to get even better in time and with patience. I’m sure there will be some bumps along the way.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said, and I gave him a questioning look. His grin grew, curving the corners of his sexy mouth up in a way that made me hungry. “Makeup sex, baby,” He elaborated, and I rolled my eyes. “What?”’

His tone was innocent, but I wasn’t falling for it. “You are a sex maniac!” I laughed in spite of myself.

“Yep. And proud of it,” he said without shame. Suddenly he nudged me back and rose to his feet like a God rising from the ocean depths.

My gaze followed his impressive form upwards, not surprised to find that his cock was stiff and curved toward his belly. From there I followed his six-pack up to his muscle defined chest and bulging biceps. Lord, he was a sight. When he lowered his hands, I didn’t hesitate to take them and letting him pull me to my feet. He carefully stepped out of the tub and then guided me out.

I immediately reached out and curled my hand around his length. A hiss escaped him when I squeezed. “Am I hurting you?”

“Yeah.” He reached for a towel. “In a good way.”

He brought the towel up and began wiping me down, letting me have my way with him. I relished the power I held over him, feeling his strong body tremble as I worked my hand up and down his shaft. The pre-cum at the slit was thick and white, the scent of musk reaching my nose and turning my senses on.

Big John remained quiet, running the soft towel over my shoulders and down my torso, before lowering himself to his knees. The action forced me to reluctantly release his cock. I could feel his hot breath against my flesh when he leaned forward to bring the towel around me over my butt. Goosebumps covered me, my nipples stiffened into hard peaks, and I grew wet with desire between my legs. His nose was right there, practically buried in my pussy. I caught my breath as a wave of arousal made me dizzy with need.

My hands dropped to his wet hair, and I arched into his face, so horny for him to touch me intimately. He dropped the towel and then his hands were kneading and spreading the cheeks of my ass. When he raised his eyes to mine they were clouded and half-closed with hunger. Then his gaze narrowed at something, and his hands stilled.

“You’re covered in bruises,” he rasped in a deep tone, and I sensed the guilt and frustration he felt over something that he hadn’t been able to control.

I didn’t want him to feel responsible. “They’re just bruises,” I whispered in tears.

“There’re not my bruises.”

I knew what he meant. He’d left bruises on me during sex, but there was no comparison to the marks that covered me now. It obviously bothered him that another man had hurt me and hadleft his mark on me. “Don’t,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “Don’t keep him alive between us.”

He shook his head. “I told you that I would fucking protect you.”

“It’s not your fault, Big John. Paul was crazy and evil, he would have found a way regardless. You showed up when it mattered. You saved me and Jasmine from death.” Couldn’t he see that? I dropped to my knees and took his face in my hands. “You saved me when it mattered most. The bruises will fade, and so will the memory. Right here and now is what’simportant. I love you!” I sobbed as tears ran down my cheeks. The moisture in his eyes killed me. I kissed him gently, tugging on his lower lip. “Love me, Big John,” I whispered against his mouth. “We have a lifetime ahead of us. Let’s make new memories.”

He growled and wrapped his arms around me. I did the same to him. He was so big and warm, and his hard cock felt like a rod of steel between us, pulsing with energy. I needed him inside me and decided to take matters into my own hands. Reaching between us, I guided the tip of him to my shaved mound. His head parted my slick folds and ran over my clit, but he didn’t enter me. We both groaned and shuddered.

“Stick your big cock into me, Big John,” I whispered against his ear. “Fuck me until I’m full of your cum and can’t walk on my own.”

“Fuck!” he growled. He nudged my hand aside and grasped his cock, lining it up and giving a big thrust up until he was buried to the hilt inside of me.

“Oh!” I caught my breath, and closed my eyes as a wave of pleasure enveloped me. “Oh, God!” I clenched my hands into his ass. “Feels so good!”

“Yeah, baby, it does,” he growled, holding himself inside me without moving. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

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