Page 90 of Tattered Edges

I wanted to have it.

When we were both completely bare, we crawled between the sheets, still neither of us speaking a word. Rory brought his mouth back down on mine, tasting me as he felt his way along my side, over my hip, then between my legs. I was already drenched, the ache I had for him permeating from the deepest part of me. He groaned as he slipped two fingers inside of me, and I rolled my hips, desperate for more.

Like he always did, he took his time as he played with me. But I didn’t have the patience. Not that night.

“Baby, I need more. I needyou,” I breathed into his mouth as I reached for his hardened length.

He nodded, then lifted his head and began looking for something.

His wallet, and the condom I was sure he’d stowed there.

I didn’t want that, either.

I knew I should—but I didn’t.

“No, please—just you. Just us,” I coaxed, reaching up to turn his face back toward me. “Just us,” I repeated on a whisper.

I saw it. The moment it happened, I saw it.

The recognition. The acceptance. The offering.

He took hold of himself and grazed his tip across my entrance and then up, until he nudged my swollen clit. I spread my legs wider as a soft moan spilled from my lips, our eyes locked on one another as if nothing in the entire world existed outside of this very moment except for us.

“Just us,” he muttered, echoing exactly how I felt before he filled me full.

He made love to me. Patiently. Adoringly.

His hands were everywhere, and I kissed every part of him I could reach, all the while rocking my hips in tandem with his.

When I was close, the promise of my orgasm growing with every thrust, I wrapped myself around him completely—holding on for what I was sure would be the greatest fall of my life.

“Sweetheart,” Rory grunted, his thrusts coming harder now. “Sweetheart, I’m almost there.”

“Together,” I mewled.

He propped his forehead against mine as he rammed into me again.

“Sawyer—”

“Baby, together. Please.”

It was reckless, and I knew it, but I didn’t care.

Icouldn’tcare.

“I’m yours. Come inside of me. Make me yours.”

“Bloody hell,” he groaned before closing his mouth around mine.

He kissed me deep and hard, rolling his hips just right until I could hardly breathe.

Then it hit.

I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his chest as I broke our kiss and cried, “Rory!”

My sex clamped down around him, calling forth his pleasure on the heels of mine. I felt it as I clung to him—his muscles tensed, his cock twitched, and as I continued to flutter around him, he eased in and out of me until he was spent.

“Do you believe it now, darling?” he asked, still breathless.

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