Page 4 of Where We Bloom

I nod, and then there’s a smack on my ass.

“Words, angel.”

This is going to be the best way to die.

“Yes, I like it.”

“Good.”

He pushes in another finger, stretching me, and I moan again, still pushing back against him, wanting so much more than his fingers.

Just as I’m about to come apart with the most intense orgasm of my life, he stops.

And I frown back at him, but then I realize he’s rolling on a condom. He flips me back over, braces himself on his hands beside my shoulders, and pushes the crown inside me. I grip his sides, my nails digging into his skin.

“Take a breath, angel.” He brushes his nose over mine so gently, I take that breath.

Why do I love it when he calls me angel so much?

With my eyes on his, I inhale, and then he slides all the way in. My legs are hitched on his hips, my hands slide to his back, and to my surprise, he lowers his forehead to mine.

“Christ, you’re snug,” he whispers. “Your pussy fits my cock perfectly.”

I feel like I’ve just been given a gold medal.

He covers my mouth with his, then he starts to move, and I can’t help the whimper that pushes through my throat.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he tucks his hand under my ass, tilting my pelvis up.

“Never better. Don’t you dare stop.”

He cups my cheek and jawline, and picks up the tempo, making my spine tingle and every muscle clench around him.

“Oh fuck.”

“That’s right. Come for me. God, you’re so bloody gorgeous.”

His accent is thicker when he’s aroused, and before I know it, I’m shattering into a million pieces, holding on to him for dear life as I’m thrown off the sexiest cliffever.

With a roar, he follows me over, cants his hips into mine, and shivers with his own climax.

He lowers to his elbows, bracing himself. Pushing his hands into my hair, he brushes his nose down my jawline, making me shiver.

“Are you okay, angel?”

“If I die because of the best orgasm of my life, please tell my family it was worth it.”

With a proud grin, he kisses me, softly this time. Leisurely. As if we have all the time in the world to lie here, in this opulent bed, and soak each other in.

This man, this stranger, is a grade A kisser.

Finally, he rolls to the side, disentangles himself from me, then takes my hand and pulls me from the bed.

“Where are we going?” I ask with a laugh.

“Shower,” he replies. “I’m going to clean you up, then get you messy again.”

Well, yes, please and thank you, hot stranger. Sign me up for that.

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