Page 41 of One Spicy Summer

"God, you feel amazing, baby," I groan, setting a hard rhythm.

“Harder," she pants, tugging me down for a kiss.

I grin against her mouth, tossing her legs over my shoulders and sinking even deeper. She gasps, a sound of pure pleasure. "Presley," I moan her name like a prayer.

"Say it again," she demands, breathless.

"What?" I tease, though we both know damn well what she wants.

"Say my name, Ry."

"Presley," I breathe, driving into her harder, faster, our bodies slamming together perfectly.

"That's my boy," she whispers, and damn if that doesn't make me even crazier for her.

Bracing my forehead against hers, I fuck her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, chasing both of our releases."I’m close," she whimpers."Good," I growl, gripping her hips tighter. "We’re coming together."

One, two more thrusts, and we fall apart at the same time, shouting each other’s names as pleasure rips through us.

“My God, Presley,” I pant, rolling off of her but never letting go. Propping myself up on an elbow, I stare at her.

Her eyes are closed, that gorgeous smile stretched across her flushed, radiant face. Her golden brown skin glows, hair splayed messily around her like a damn halo. She looks like everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I never thought I deserved.

She opens her eyes and catches me staring. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, laughing softly.

I don't even hesitate."I love you, Presley," I whisper.

I’m not expecting anything back, hell, I barely even know if I deserve it, but I need her to hear it.

"I’m not expecting you to say it back," I start, but she presses a finger to my lips, stopping me.

"I love you, too, Rygaard," she murmurs. "I think I always have."

Everything inside me snaps into place, perfect and right.

But then she frowns a little. "What are we going to tell Rafe?"

I pause. Rafe’s my best friend, like a brother, and yeah, he’ll probably freak. But he knows me. Knows I’d treat Presley like a queen.

"You let me worry about Rafe," I tell her. "For now... let's just enjoy this. If that means sneaking around until the time’s right, so be it. Only if you’re okay with that."

She hesitates, then sighs, her back turning slightly away.

"I hate lying to him," she admits.

"I know."

"But..." She turns back, her smile bright but a little mischievous. "If it means I get to haveyou... then I'll do it."

I press a kiss to her temple, pulling her close until she’s flush against my chest, her scent wrapping around me.

"I don’t want this night to end," she whispers into the crook of my neck.

"Me neither," I murmur. "We’ve still got a few hours. Rest now, Princess."

She yawns adorably against me, and within moments, soft snores fill the room. I hold her tighter, my heart damn near bursting.

"That’s my sweet girl," I whisper against her hair. "Obedient. Loved.Mine."

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