Page 34 of The Marrying Kind
Our cozy fire was soon forgotten, and I giggled as we made our way across the cabin to the stairs. Climbing them to the loft, Austen seemed incapable of keeping his hands to himself, but I wasn’t complaining.
Finally, at the top of the stairs, he spun me to face him and met my eyes. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered.
I leaned in close, and my fingers brushed the front of his zipper. “I havesomeidea.”
He chuckled and then leaned in, lifting my chin toward his. His mouth met mine in a hot, urgent kiss, his tongue moving in confident strokes until I was practically squirming with need.
When Austen dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me, my lungs seized up. He tugged down my leggings and panties in one rough yank of the fabric, and then his mouth was all over me.
I guessed the blistering twelve-out-of-ten attraction I felt for him wasn’t one-sided. Austen seemed toneedhis mouth on me. Like he needed to touch and tease and taste me just to prove to himself that last night wasn’t a fluke. Needed to know that things really were this hot, this perfect between us.
“Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he murmured with a groan, his mouth moving over my sensitive flesh.
My knees shook and trembled, and my fingers delved into his hair.
“Austen ...”
I moaned, rocking my hips into the press of his talented tongue. His hands gripped my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin. The rough stubble on his jaw scraped pleasantly against my thighs, and I moaned again.
He seemed to have put some sort of magic spell over me, because for the second time in my life, I came apart faster than seemed possible. New Ella was seriously hot.
When Austen rose to his feet, his expression was pleased. And a whole lot aroused.
As we stumbled toward the bed, I worked on lowering his zipper. When I’d finally wrestled it down, I drew out his thick erection from his jeans.
He caressed my hair and gazed at me with an adoring expression as I stroked him.
Clothes were unbuttoned and pushed off. My sweatshirt landed on the floor, and my bra was flung to the far end of the room.
“Princess,fuck.” He groaned, enjoying the weight of my breasts in his hands.
Things were spiralling out of control fast, but I didn’t want to slow them down. “Condom?” I suggested helpfully.
“Top drawer.” His voice was rough, a little breathless sounding.
I reached into the drawer of the bedside table and located a box, handing him one of the foil packets, which Austen efficiently rolled on.
Once he was suited up, he moved on top of me, nuzzling my throat with hot kisses while his impressive erection pressed between my legs.
“You sure you want this?” he asked on a shaky exhale.
“Yes,” I murmured, my body already clenching with anticipation as he moved on top of me.
I wondered what had changed his mind. He was the one who’d said we shouldn’t do this. Said he was done with one-night stands and ... what words did he use?Playing for keeps.
Reaching between us, I positioned him as Austen thrust forward. He filled me completely and we exhaled at the same time—the sound drenched in pleasure and relief and pure satisfaction.
It was almost too much, but when he withdrew and moved again, deeper this time, a rough gasp pushed past his parted lips.
“Holy shit,Ella. Princess.” He rasped out the words like he was every bit as shocked as I was.
I’d never expected sex between us to be likethis. I thought it would be like scratching an itch, like a fun, daring stunt I’d look back on fondly. But this was something else entirely. I was consumed by this man.
Austen found a rhythm that made us moan in unison. I gave myself over to the experience completely, clinging to his muscles as pleasure rocketed through me.
“Kiss me.” He groaned into my cheek, and my lips found his in a hungry kiss. He kissed my lips, my neck, my collarbone, and whispered how perfect I was.
Austen was unlike any man I’d ever been with before. I was pretty sure I was always going to remember this moment—long after I’d left—which was a dangerous thought. I’d vowed not to get attached to anyone or anything. I was supposed to be living life only for myself now.
