Page 63 of Your Soul to Keep

My hands trembled almost as badly as I plucked it from his hands and rolled it down his length before dragging my fist back up, firmly twisting over his swollen head before jerking my fist back down to the base at his groin.

He slapped my hand away. “I didn’t wait this long to come in your fist. Spread your fucking legs.”

I complied, but not fast enough. Dipping his knees, he hooked his elbow under my knee, lined up, and drove into me with a grunt.

His other hand grasped the base of my ponytail and pulled my head back. Covering my mouth with his, he fucked me with his tongue as surely as he fucked me with his cock.

Swallowing each grunt, I could do nothing but take him.

Bracing my hand against the wall, I lifted my other leg around his hip. Holding onto his neck, I arched my back to take him deeper.

I began to burn, my toes curling as I pulsed around him.

He hummed into my mouth, his kiss growing sloppy as his hips jerked erratically.

“Shae,” he snarled. His neck arched back, body tightening like a bow, beautiful face dark with passion as he ground his pelvis against mine and grunted out his release.

Easing his hold on my hair, he smoothed his fist down the length of my ponytail as the tension left his body and he curled around me. Stroking the length of my thigh, he gently lowered my leg to the floor and slowly pulled out, his eyes finding mine.

“Wow,” I gasped, my eyes wide as they stared into his.

He grinned down at me, looking as proud of himself as he ever had.

I began to laugh. Cupping his face in my hands, I pressed my mouth to his, catching his sweet, satisfied, sigh in my mouth as he kissed me back.

Slow.

Sweet.

Reverent.

Wrapping his hand around the nape of my neck, he pressed his forehead to mine and smiled into my eyes. His big chest rose and fell with his deep, satisfied, breath.

Stepping back, he spun me around to face the stairs and slapped his hand down hard on my ass. “Up you go for round two.”

An hour later, I lay sprawled across his fucking finally naked, tattooed chest. The tattoos that began at his wrist did in fact stop, but not until they reached his ribs on one side, his shoulder on the other. While his fingers trailed lazy lines up and down the length of my spine, the steady thump of his heart regulated my own.

“I’ve never had sex up against a wall.”

He chuckled and gently raked his fingers through my hair. “Selfishly, I’m glad I had that first with you.”

I snorted, then admitted, “There will probably be more firsts.”

“We’ll make you a sexual bucket list.”

I swallowed, my eyes skittering back and forth. He was teasing but I was serious. “Yeah?”

He shrugged. “Sure. What do you want on it?”

“Lots,” I stressed.

He chuckled low. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

My brain was not so easily reassured. “How can you be so sure?”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and folded his other arm under his head. “It’s simple. You plonked your books down on that desk and I was irrevocably lost to you. Nothing or no one has ever felt the same.”

My next question burned, but something in me had to know. “Did you ever come close?”

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