Page 84 of Mensa's Match

“You heard me,” I breathed.

He settled himself between my legs and bucked his hips. “So? I want to hear you again.”

“I get a little overzealous about people being stabbed,” I murmured.

“Whitney,” he said, his tone laced with authority and his gaze locked with mine.

I ran my hand along his scruffy cheeks, wondering when he found time to shave because I’d yet to see him do it. “I love you, Kenneth.”

He dropped his lips to mine and kissed me long and hard.

Sadly, he cut it short, but his serious expression captured my attention. “Been waiting for you to catch up with me, Blume.”

I tilted my head. “Catch up with you?”

He nodded. “I fell for you the night I took you to the clubhouse.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very.”

With my hand at his neck, I pulled him to me for another kiss. He took control of it, and I let my hands rove his body.

He reached down and slid a finger inside me.

I broke the kiss on a moan. “Yes.”

“Say it again,” he whispered, withdrawing his finger.

“I love you.”

His forehead rested on mine. “I love you, too, Whitney.”

I spread my legs, reached down, and guided his cock toward me.

He stared into my eyes as he drove inside me. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. Every single time, woman.”

“I aim to please,” I breathed, and ran my hands along his shoulders.

His free hand palmed my breast, giving it a squeeze. He lowered his lips to my nipple. Pure heat scored through my body when he sucked me in deep. My hips rose and the angle allowed him to surge further inside me.

“You like that,” he murmured against my chest.

“I like everything you do to me, honey.”

A deep chuckle rumbled through him as he slid his lips to my other breast.

His free hand found mine, and he pinned my hand to the bed. He repeated the maneuver with his other hand. Holding me down, he lifted his head and stared into my eyes.

“Love working your body, Whitney.”

“Yeah,” I breathed, feeling my orgasm building.

“Love making love to you,” he said on an inward thrust.

“I love it, too,” I whispered.

He pulled back and hammered into me. “And I love you.”

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