Page 84 of By the Letter

“What?”

“Tell me where you want me.”

She slid her foot up the inside of her opposite leg, opening herself to me.

“Words,” I demanded gently. “I want to hear them.” She didn’t have to give me her eyes, but I had to have her voice. It had turned me on to levels I didn’t quite understand the first time she said it, and I’d been seeking out that same high ever since.

“Inside me, Wim.” She reached between her legs to wrap her fingers around my cock, giving it slow, firm pumps. “I want to feel you inside me.”

There it was. A shudder ran through me as the rush hit my veins. This woman had so much power over me, and she had no idea.

I pushed inside her, slow and easy, one arm hooked under her leg, the other wrapped around her so I could hold her close and play with her breasts.

“Turn your head and kiss me, Shira.”

Complying, she twisted around, and her lips sought mine. Warm and giving, I let her peck and suck, responding but not taking charge. I liked when Shira took what she wanted. It didn’t happen often enough, so when it did, I reveled in it.

“That’s my girl,” I drawled against her wet lips. “Give me that for a thousand more years. I could live off it.”

She whimpered, and I closed in, kissing and fucking with all the built-up greed within me. Not hard. Steady, deep, gentle. I didn’t have any need to be rough with this woman. My urges were centered around making her come until she was wrung out and limp then planting myself inside her as long as I could stay. There, we matched. She might’ve had trouble asking for what she wanted, but her nonverbal responses told me everything.

Her fingers grasped mine, following me over her curves as I caressed her. Breasts, hips, ass, belly, she let me touch it all, but when I tipped her face to mine, she closed her eyes like always. I growled, and she mewed, but those eyes stayed closed.

She was going to give them to me one of these days. I’d work for it until she felt comfortable enough to share that with me.

“Shira,” I groaned, thrusting into her deep and stilling.

“Rome.” Her inner walls clasped around me, pulling me in. “I’m close.”

“I feel you, baby. Give me one more.”

“Okay.”

She gave me another and another until I gave up the ghost and followed her into writhing, moaning, gasping pleasure.

Cleaned up, lights out, we lay in bed, Shira’s head on my chest, my arm around her, the other hand on her belly. Beanie was stretching and rolling, and I was grinning like an idiot in the dark. I didn’t think I’d ever get over this. Not ever. Even when he was in my arms, I’d remember him making himself known to me from inside his mom’s stomach.

Shira laughed softly. “He’s wild tonight.”

“Comes by it honestly.”

“Benny,” she whispered. “I can’t believe he’s having a sleepover with Mary.”

My grin widened. While Shira was here, Ben insisted Mary couldn’t be alone all night, so he was spending the night in her guest room with her cat.

“I can. Soon, you won’t be surprised by anything Ben does.”

She lifted her hand, hovering it over the center of my chest, and my breath hitched, waiting for impact, but it never came. Instead, she balled her hand and tucked it against herself. If she were less skittish, I would have taken it and placed it there for her, but I wasn’t sure how she’d react. So, just like her eyes, I let her hold back.

For now.

“He seems to be doing better,” she said.

“Yeah, but he could lose a limb, be gushing blood, and he’d never let on it bothered him. He doesn’t like to be down and out. I’m not sure how he’s really feeling, but I can tell you I’m worried about him taking another hit like that. And Adrian keeps sending me studies about the long-term side effects of multiple concussions. Like I’d be able to get Ben to retire even if I tried. That means I’m juggling Ben’s recovery and Ade’s neurosis. Luckily, Nate’s pretty chill.”

“You sound like their dad.”

Sighing, I slid my fingers through the back of her hair and stared up at the shadows dancing on the ceiling.

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