Page 14 of Falling for the Sheriff
A sharp, broken cry is torn from her throat as her release hits her. A whole-body shiver wracks through her, her thighs trembling where they bracket my head, her fingers clutching my hair like she’s afraid I’ll disappear on her.
I work her through it, until her grip on my hair loosens and she collapses back onto the mattress, boneless and breathless.
Standing up, I tower over her, my own breathing ragged. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and sated, watching me with a kind of awe that makes my chest feel too tight. I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head in one swift motion, tossing it to join our growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Her gaze rakes over me, from my shoulders down to my abs, and a slow, appreciative smile spreads across her kiss-swollen lips.
“Gosh, you’re…” she breathes out, shaking her head slightly as if words fail her. She bites her lip, trying and failing to contain a dizzy, happy smile. Then her eyes lower, trailing down my chest, past my belt, and her smile turns wicked. “And you’re… really impressive down there, too.”
A hot flush of embarrassment creeps up my neck. I can feel it. I wasn’t exactly trying to hide my reaction to her, but having her say it out loud, with that look in her eye… I run a hand through my hair, a sheepish, cheeky grin pulling at my mouth.
“Well,” I say, my voice husky. “You can’t blame a man for being excited. It’s been a long time coming. I mean, if you want to go the whole mile and all.”
She nods, a quick, jerky motion, her eyes dark and glazed with a need that mirrors my own. Her hand moves between her thighs, a slow, restless circle over her core, and the sight of it—her touching herself because of me, because she’s that wound up—is almost enough to undo me right there.
“Three months,” she breathes out, the words a soft, confessional sigh. “It’s a long time to not be with another man… since you.”
The new information hits me like a physical blow, a surge of pure, male satisfaction so potent it makes my head spin.
She hasn’t been with anyone else. The possessive, primal part of me I keep on a tight leash roars to the surface, pleased and ravenous.
I don’t waste a second. I shove my jeans and boxers down in one rough, impatient movement, kicking them off my ankles until I’m standing there before her, completely bare.
Her gaze drops, raking over me from head to toe, and her lips part on a sharp, audible inhale. The approval in her eyes is a beaming light.
I climb back onto the bed, my focus absolute. I take her foot in my hand, pressing a kiss to her ankle before I pluck the first sock off, then the other, tossing them aside.
Every inch of her is going to be mine. I move over her, my body caging hers, and my fingers find the clasp of her bra. With a flick, it comes undone. I peel the lace away, revealing her to me, to the dim light of the room. Perfect.
I lower my mouth to her breast, capturing a taut peak, sucking deep until she cries out, her back arching off the mattress. I lavish one, then the other, using my mouth and tongue to distract her, to make her forget everything but the feel of me. While she’s writhing, lost in the sensation, I reach between us.
I guide myself through her slick folds, collecting her wetness on the tip of my cock. The feeling is exquisite torture, hot and silken. I groan against her skin, my hips giving an involuntary thrust against her thigh.
“You feel that?” I rasp, my voice thick and foreign to my own ears. “How hard I am for you?”
She nods again, her hips lifting like she doesn’t have the patience to wait until I’m satisfied with teasing her.
Brows furrowing, I lean back just far enough to see the first inch of my cock disappear inside of her. Watching, completely mesmerized, we sigh as I sink deeper.
“I’ll be careful,” I promise her as I fight not to bottom out just from discovering her wet heat all over again.
I don’t expect the soft, breathy laugh that escapes her lips. “I’m not going to break, Atlas. I’m only a few months along.” As if to prove her point, she wiggles her hips, and the sensation wrings a ragged groan from me. Then, with a soft sigh ofimpatience, she hooks her ankles against the small of my back, crossing them firmly at my tailbone and pulling me in. “I want all of you.”
The command undoes me. I’m forced to thrust my way inside, fully sheathed in one smooth, deep stroke. We groan together, a single, guttural sound of pure pleasure, and just like that, my balls are tight and tingling, a warning shot fired up my spine.
No. There is no way in hell I’m going to bust early. Not when I finally have the woman of my dreams naked and willing beneath me.
I find a rhythm, a deep, rolling cadence that has her arching off the bed. Her nails score my back, her breath coming in sharp, sweet cries against my ear.
The bed rocks against the wall, a steady, frantic beat to our coupling. Sweat slicks our skin, making us glide and stick, the air thick with the scent of us, of sex and passion and something infinitely sweeter.
I drive into her, again and again, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. Her eyes are locked on mine, dazed, seeing straight into the fractured, desperate core of me.
“Be mine, Alice,” I beg, the words torn from me. I can’t hold them back. “I don’t care how. My girlfriend, my wife… I just… I need to be able to call you mine.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her body beginning to tighten around me. “Yes, Atlas. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
The words are my undoing. Her pussy clamps down on me, a second, shocking orgasm rolling through her, and I feel every exquisite ripple.
