Page 117 of The Baby Bargain
He winds me up again.
Pushes me over the edge again.
He licks me through my orgasm, then he pulls back, tosses his t-shirt over his head, pushes his jeans and boxers off his hips.
He's so hard and ready and I really fucking want that.
His pants collect at his ankles.
He scoops my legs into his hands. Brings my calves to his chest, my feet to his shoulders.
His fingers curl around my ankles. "Look at me, princess."
The desire in his blue eyes dissolves my other thoughts.
I need that.
I really fucking need that.
His nails scrape my skin. Softly. Then harder. Then hard enough to hurt.
Fuck.
My teeth sink into my lips. My fingers dig into the sheets.
He's too far away. I want his body on mine. I want to feel every inch of his skin.
But that's too—something.
This is good. Better. Less personal. More dirty. More—
The scrape of his nails calls all my attention.
He shifts his hips, bringing our bodies closer. Closer. There—
His cock strains against me.
Then it's one inch at a time.
My body stretches over him.
Fuck, that feels good. He feels good. Warm and hard and mine.
He holds us steady for a moment. So it's just him filling me. His body and mine locked together. One.
His eyes bore into mine.
They ask for so many things.
Offer so many things.
Then his eyelids press together.
His nails dig into my skin.
"Hold on to the edge of the bed, princess." His voice is a low growl. "I don't want to hurt you."
I nod and grab the edge.
