Page 133 of Knockin' Boats
He grinned up at me. “As if you could.”
I strained up, and he shoved me back down with a hand on my throat. Fuck, that was hot. My cock was so hard it was fucking drooling for this man.
“Please, Ash,” I rasped. “I need you to be mine.”
He bent down, close to my ear. “I’m already yours, Sawyer. I always have been.”
His voice rang with sincerity, and he loosened his grip on my throat as he kissed me so gently I wanted to cry. Part of me wanted to insist we shift back to posturing and fighting for control.
The other part just wanted to surrender.
Because Ash had already won my heart. Why not my body too?
I sighed, eyes closing as his weight pressed me into the mattress. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
I wet my lips. “I’m not gonna fight anymore. You’re in control.”
He smiled. “It’s not about control. It’s about letting me love you. Can you do that?”
This wasn’t a question only about sex. We’d just confessed love, but that didn’t erase our history. But history or not, Ash was the one person in this world who made me whole.
“Yes,” I said.
“Good.”
He grabbed my thigh in one hand and my waist in the other and flipped me onto my front. My face landed in the pillow. I squawked at the manhandling, but he wasn’t done. He grabbed my hips and yanked me up onto hands and knees, then used a hard grip to shove my thighs farther apart.
It was hot as fuck.
“Just for the record,” Ash said, his gentle voice running contrary to his actions. “I really was okay with putting you to bed with kisses and cuddles.”
“Next time,” I said. “If you try to cuddle me now, I will be severely disappointed.”
His laugh was low and pleased. “If you’re sure.”
“Do you not see my dick? It’s fuckingwetfor you. I don’t think anyone else has ever done that to me.”
“Well, fuck me.”
His hands tightened on my ass, kneading and spreading my cheeks. His breathing picked up, too, like his restraint was finally snapping.
About fucking time.
He spread my cheeks, exposing my hole and—oh god, was I really going to do this? Let him put his dick in me? His fingers had felt huge. Yes, I’d liked it. But…what if I couldn’t stretch enough for all that? What if I couldn’t take it?
“You’re all tense again.” A slick finger circled my rim. “Just relax, okay? This will only go as far as you want. If you decide you need to stop, we’ll stop.”
I took a breath and exhaled. “Sorry. I just got in my head.”
“If you’re not ready?—”
“I’m ready. I want you.”
He pressed a kiss to my tailbone and his finger pressed at my hole. “Good. Because I’m dying to feel you from the inside.”
Oh god.
