Page 40 of Saving Mr. Norcross
The kiss deepened, turned fierce.
“I need you.” He ground his hard cock against her.
She let out a low, husky cry. “Vander, we’re not safe?—”
“No, we’re not.” It made his hunger hotter, stronger. “But they cleared the building, and I won’t let anyone touch you.”
She rocked against him, need in her eyes. “I want you, too.”
He fumbled with her wet trousers and panties. She helped, and together, they shoved them down her legs.
Then his hand was between her thighs.
“Yes.” Her nails dug into his back.
He found her drenched and stroked her pussy until she pressed her mouth to his shoulder and bit him.
He knew her well enough by now. She was getting close. He pulled his hand free.
“Vander, no.” Her hips jerked.
“You’re coming on my cock, baby, not my fingers.” Quickly, he unfastened his trousers and shoved them down just enough to free his cock.
“Hurry,” she panted.
He loved how much she wanted him. Brynn never held back. She gave him everything—her desire, her time, her love.
He couldn’t live without it.
He lined his cock up between her legs and drove deep.
She let out a low cry, her nails scoring his back.
Something settled in Vander. He was inside her. He had Brynn in his arms. Right here, despite the circumstances, everything was right in the world.
He set a hard, fast pace. His wife moaned, her hips moving to meet his thrusts.
“I can’t lose you, Brynn. My world would be destroyed.”
“I’m right here. By your side.” She turned her head and bit his neck. “Always.”
He felt his orgasm rushing closer. This wasn’t the time to take things slow. He wouldn’t last long. Everything was heightened by the danger, the chance of discovery.
He reached between their straining bodies and found her clit.
She came with a muffled cry. Her pussy milked him, and he thrust deep one last time, and came deep inside his wife with a low groan.
His partner. His heart. His soul. His everything.
He held her pinned to the wall, sucking air into his lungs. He had no desire to move.
“I love you, Vander.” She rubbed her lips against his. “I never want to be without you.”
He nibbled her bottom lip. “Same.”
Her fingers ruffled his hair. “That includes you shutting me out and not talking to me.”
Chest tight, he nodded. “I’m sorry, baby. Sometimes…I revert to old habits. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you or trust you. It’s me I don’t trust.”
