Page 47 of Open Arms

“Anything for you,” I promised, knowing full well I’d give her the world on a silver platter if she asked for it. Because when Chloe Beecham looked at me like I was the only man in existence, hell, it made me feel like maybe I could be somebody’s hero after all.

I slid my hands beneath the hem of her shirt, fingers finding the warm silk of her skin. Her breath hitched, eyes locked on mine, glinting with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. I peeled the fabric upward, slow, reverent—like unwrapping a gift that’d been given just to me.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice huskier than I intended.

“Never been more sure,” she replied, her fingers deftly working the buttons of my shirt, popping them one by one with a quiet focus.

There was no rush, only the moment stretching out as we shed our layers, each piece discarded like whispers of the lives we’d led up until then. I watched her scars come into view, tracing the lines with a touch I hoped felt like healing. She shuddered under my fingertips, but not from cold—no, this was heat, connection igniting between us.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, and her cheeks flushed a shade that rivaled the setting sun I’d seen from the porch of the ranch.

“Look who’s talking,” Chloe quipped, a playful glint in her eye as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders. It fell away, and her gaze roamed across my chest, making me feel like a stallion at auction, proud and a little showy.

She reached for me then, and I caught her hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before guiding her toward the bed. The backs of her knees hit the mattress, and she sat, pulling me down with her. Our lips met again, and it was like striking a match—heat flaring up fast and fierce.

“Chloe,” I whispered against her lips, the name feeling like a prayer.

“Mason,” she breathed back, her hands roaming over my back, mapping out the muscles earned from years of hard work.

And then we were moving together, a dance as old as time, each step, each touch an echo of longing. Urgency spiked through the tenderness, a current running wild and untamed beneath the surface of our skin. We weren’t just two people anymore—we were a single entity fueled by desire, by the need to be closer, to become something inseparable.

As I laid her back onto the pillows, her blue eyes shimmered with unspoken promises and secrets we’d yet to uncover. But this wasn’t about words—it was about action, about giving and taking, about the silent language spoken only by hearts and bodies entwined.

“Baby,” I said, feeling the spark between us ignite. “I need to be inside you.”

Her response was a whisper that filled the entire room, echoing off the walls and settling deep within my chest. “Take me.”

I couldn’t slow down now. I pulled her skirt and thong off, then stood back up to get my jeans the hell off me. By the time I joined her back on the bed, she’d taken off her bra and I finally got a look at her laid out for me.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

Chloe blushed a deep red as she shifted under my gaze, but it only made her more irresistible. Her body was a masterpiece,painted with every curve and scar telling a story I ached to know. But that was for another day—tonight, I wanted to worship every inch of her, erase the ghosts of the past and replace them with something better—us.

“Mason,” she breathed, her voice like a siren’s call as she reached for me. I couldn’t deny her anything in that moment; I didn’t want to. I crawled over her, positioning myself between her legs, my knees bracketing her thighs.

“I’ve wanted this so bad,” I confessed, my eyes locked on hers as I guided myself to her core. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this, Chloe.” I couldn’t tear my gaze away from hers, the intensity of the moment overwhelming me.

Her fingers curled into the sheets, her chest heaving as she breathed out a shaky laugh. “Well, I’ve been holding out for the right time,” she teased, her bravado returning in the face of our shared desire.

A grin tugged at my lips. “Good thing you have impeccable timing, then.” Slowly, so damn slowly, I pressed into her tight cunt, her heat enveloping me in a velvet grip that threatened to make my world explode right then and there.

Chloe’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping her lips as we connected.

The first touch of her was like coming home. She was warm, soft, perfect as she wrapped around me. A gasp caught in her throat when I began to move, slow and steady. I wanted to savor this, make it last.

Her fingers curled into my back, holding on tight as our bodies found their rhythm. I brushed her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear so I could look into those endless blue eyes. Eyes that saw me, really saw me, and didn’t look away.

“You feel so good, baby,” I murmured, dropping kisses alongher jaw, her neck, anywhere I could reach. She let out a soft moan in response that drove me wild.

I increased the pace, unable to hold back. Her hips rose to meet mine and it was heaven, pure heaven being joined with her this way.

As our gazes locked, I took a deep breath, feeling like I was on the precipice of something monumental. “I’ve wanted this too,” Chloe whispered, her voice a soft tremble that sent goosebumps down my spine. Each word was punctuated by my thrusts. “I’ve thought about this too. So much. But it was never . . . ah . . . never this good.”

“You were made for me, baby. This pussy was made for me. Nothing has ever felt this good.”

Her nails dug into my back as we rocked together, finding a rhythm that was at once foreign and yet as familiar as the beat of my own heart. Her eyes never left mine, and I knew in that moment that I’d never tire of looking into them.

Chloe’s sounds were like a symphony, each gasp, moan, and whimper pushing me closer to the edge. Her nails dug into my back as her orgasm approached, and I knew she was close. I couldn’t help myself; I had to taste her. I lowered my head, capturing a swollen nipple between my lips, sucking gently as I continued to thrust into her tight cunt.

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