Page 90 of Beyond Question

Paige laughs, then unwinds her legs from around my waist and I help her lower her feet to the floor.

“Come on,” she slips her hand into mine and I follow her—so fucking happily—down the hall. We enter her bedroom and as much as I want to look around, see how she lives, really get to know her in this intimate space, she starts stripping quickly out of her clothes as she walks to the bed and everything else falls away.

She stops at the edge of the bed and I’m still frozen in the doorway.

It was dark last night. We were both so tired. I explored her with my mouth, but I’ve never gotten to take her in like this, on display for me.

Her cheeks flush as I rub my hand over my jaw and take her in, but then she’s moving again, and I’m robbed of the moment.

But there will be more.

I live here now.

Temporarily, sure, but I intend to take full advantage of sharing a home with Paige for as long as she allows it, and that means taking in every naked, glorious inch of her body.

But first, my girl wantspliable.

She steps over to a small dresser, opens the top drawer and retrieves a small bottle of clear liquid. When she turns and tosses it to me, I nearly drop it because I’m so focused on trying to crane my neck to see what else she has hidden in that drawer. The lube bounces off my chest but I quickly catch it, then stalktoward her as she pulls the bedding back and slips in between the sheets.

She starts to cover herself and I grab the bottom of the comforter.

Her eyes widen and I shake my head, then I fist my hands into the fabric and yank it off the bed.

I set the bottle down and undress quickly. There will be time to take things slow, but the inferno burning in her eyes tells me she wants fast and hard now, and I’m here to give her anything she needs.

When I’ve stripped down to nothing, I smirk at the expression on her face, all wide-eyed wonder and a fucking look of desire I wish I could bottle up and take hits of. My cock aches with bulk, jutting toward her, a homing beacon that tells me exactly where I belong.

So I go to her, because as long as she’s been in my orbit, close to her is the only placetogo.

She lays back on her pillows and I kneel between her legs, running my hands up from her ankles to her thighs, stopping at the apex where her legs meet her body, then pushing her wide open for me.

Her breathing is the only sound in the room, and when I look up into her eyes, I shake my head. “You’re so beautiful like this, baby. Flushed pink for me from here”—I reach up and trail a finger from her cheek, down her chest between her small, bare breasts, then down her stomach. “To hear.” I drag two fingers through her folds and she shakes with a shiver. “So perfect.”

I wrap a fist around my cock and my world crashes around me as I realize—

“I don’t have a condom.”

Her eyes widen.

“Wait!” I jump up, then hurry to the living room. My suitcase is still with me; I haven’t been home since the Californiatrip. I didn’t pack extras because I had no intention of sinking into anyone but Paige since the day she made me fall for her, but if I’ve always kept a few in my Dopp kit. I grab the suitcase and bring it back with me to her bedroom, then open it up and sort through it for the leather bag. The zipper gets stuck in my haste to open it and Paige giggles behind me.

“Laugh it up,” I growl. The zipper finally gives and I tip the bag over, dumping the contents into my open suitcase. Scanning them, my heart begins to race, but then I spot that little foil packet and practically jump for joy.

I rip it open with my teeth, then stand to face her as I slide the rubber over my cock so she can watch.

Then I slowly stalk toward her, the urgency gone while I eat her up with my eyes and let her do the same. I climb up onto the bed and grab the lube, squirting a bunch on my fingers, then the condom.

Holding her gaze, I drag my lubed-up fingers through her pussy, then slowly massage her entrance, easing my way in slowly while I stroke myself. I swipe the bottle off the bed again and squirt it onto her clit, smiling as she jerks from the cold. I work it into her hole, sliding my fingers in and out until the squelching sound echoes in the room and my girl is a squirming, needy mess of flushed skin and heavy breaths.

And then I stretch out on top of her, lining myself up with her cunt as I slide my hands into her hair. A flash of pink catches my gaze and I turn my head. Her right hand is fisted around something.

“What’s this?” I ask as I trail my fingers down her arm to her hand. She uncurls her fingers and I’m delighted to see a hot pink little bullet.

Grinning, I take it from her and wrap my hand around it, then hold her gaze as I nudge the tip in, memorizing every twitch of her lips, every hard swallow. I inch in slowly, torturous forus both because this moment feels somehow like we’ve been careening toward it foryears, not weeks. Like we’ve waited so damn long for this connection.

Maybe we have.

I think I’ve been waiting for this woman my entire life.

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