Page 108 of Thornhill Road

Mustang gave my thigh a squeeze then demanded, “Off, baby.”

I obeyed.

When he dismounted, he turned towards me, grabbed a fistful of my hair, then kissed me deep. I moaned, leaning myself against him as I pressed my thighs together, the ache at my center distractingly huge.

He ripped his mouth away from mine, leaving me panting as he said, “Don’t lose that feeling, Tess. I’ll meet you in the bedroom. You fall asleep before I get there, I’ll spank your ass.”

I shivered at his threat and the promise held therein.

There was no way I was falling asleep.

Still, I breathed, “Don’t take too long.”

He let me go and we made our way inside. I managed to breeze by Grace with a wave, a thank you, and the excuse that I needed to check on Mary-Kate before I fell into bed.

She didn’t seem to mind. Besides, Mustang was always the one who paid her before walking her two houses down.

I peeked in on our little princess to find her fast asleep, and I lingered for a moment in her doorway. I blamed it on the baby inside of me, my new longing to watch her while she slept. Just for a couple minutes. Her curly hair was already everywhere from tossing and turning, like the wild sleeper she was, and it made me smile.

When I’d had my fill, I carefully closed her door and crossed the hall to our bedroom.

Mustang had agreed to let me spruce it up a bit and paint the walls that spring.

They were a dark shade ofgraphic charcoal, creating a warm, masculine, yet sexy vibe in the room. To soften it up, there were pops of light, neutral colors here and there, making it the perfect combination of him and me.

I’d slipped out of my boots and socks and was working my way out of my shirt when I heard Mustang’s footsteps down the hall. My top hit the floor as he passed over the threshold, and he wasted not a second before he shut and locked the door. He shrugged out of his kutte next, hanging it on its hook before he prowled toward me.

My excited giggle couldn’t be helped.

As soon as he had me in his arms, his mouth closed around mine, my giggle soon dissolved into a satisfied sigh.

I slid my hands underneath the fabric of his shirt, skimming my way over his abs and up his chest before he broke our kiss in order to yank the shirt over his head. It hadn’t hit the ground, and he was already unclasping my bra while I reached for the button at his jeans. I got his zipper down before he was kissing me again.

He had one hand at the back of my head, the other holding one side of my butt, my naked breasts and pebbled nipples pressed flush against his warm, hard chest.

It was sensational—but I wantedmore.

“Babe,” I whimpered, clinging to his neck. “I need you.Now.”

At that, he took hold of my hips, spun me around, then hooked his thumbs into the top of my belly band and began to shove. With my own hands, I helped him work the rest of my clothing over my hips.

Trusting him to handle the rest, I bent over the side of the bed, propping myself up on my forearms before glancing back at him from over my shoulder.

My jeans around my ankles, his jeans around his, he placed a hand on the small of my back, positioned himself at my entrance, then slammed inside of me.

It washeaven.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned unabashedly, throwing my head back.

Three thrusts, and I was coming.

He didn’t stop but continued pounding into me hard and fast.

When he reached underneath my hip and down between my legs, he found my clit blindly and I was pretty sure my first orgasm was quickly trumped by my second.

Freakingsublime.

The pleasure was so, so good. I balled the comforter beneath my hands into fists as I dropped my head, muting my cries within the folds of our bed covers.

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