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“It’s okay,” she breathes, cupping my jaw and then sliding her hand back and combing her fingers into my hair in a soothing motion, one that works to calm the blood roaring in my ears. “You don’t need to apologize for wanting me. Not when I feel the same way.” Her thighs slowly part under mine, and I groan as the move only works to send my cock straining painfully behind my fly.
“You’re killing me, baby,” I rasp, running my hands back up her hips. My eyes stay locked on hers as I slide a finger under the waistband of her panties before slowly tugging them down her hips. “You drive me crazy simply by looking at me the way you are.” Rather than shift so I can take off her panties, I simply tear them off her then toss them behind me. “I spend all day thinking about you. About kissing every inch of your body untilyou’re all wet and trembling, then ramming my dick into your tight little hole.”
A breath shudders through her body at my words. “Jesus, Ransom.”
“I can hardly get anything done when all my thoughts are locked on you. You have no idea how many times I’ve taken a break at work just to jerk off, get it out of my system before I can focus.” I slide my hand up her hips, teasing the spot between her thighs before moving up, pushing the dress as I go until I’m cupping her breasts over her bra. I tug it down to reveal her pale globes and the pink of her nipples. “Nothing else has ever driven me to the edge the way you do. Not even a code I couldn’t crack.”
“Is that a good thing?” she asks, her mouth parting in a moan when I dip my head and take her beaded nipple between my lips in hot suction. “God!”
“It’s a great thing,” I say thickly, pushing back to look at her. Christ, she looks perfect beneath me, face flushed with her clothes askew, those eyes watching me with so much trust. “Want you naked now.”
I straighten as she sits up to tug her dress over her shoulders. My eyes stay on hers even as I tear off my shirt and strip out of my jeans and boxer briefs. Once we’re both naked, I crash my mouth down on hers and push her back onto the blankets, groaning at the feel of her soft body against mine.
“Oh, I love touching you,” she whispers, her fingers sliding down my shoulders when I break the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck. When I grab her left leg and prop it on my hip, she gasps at the press of my cock against her sex. “You said it makes you sick that you wanted me when I was still recovering, but what does it make me for wanting to touch you when I was still healing from what my ex did to me? That I wanted to give a stranger something I denied my boyfriend months into the relationship.”
“You were never his.”
“No,” she whispers. “I never belonged to him. Only you.”
“Damn right.” Our eyes are locked on each other when I take my cock in my hand and guide it to her sex, rubbing it up and down her folds, gathering her dampness. I have to fight the desperate need to slam into her. “I’m going to take you, make you mine, sweetheart,” I rasp, slowly working my cock into her tight entrance. “Relax for me, baby.”
I bring our lips together in a long kiss that sends her trembling and mewling beneath me. Her sex glows slicker, and I manage to inch into her, moisture pooling around my shaft as I slowly push inside.
“Oh,” she whimpers into the kiss, the hands on my shoulder tightening as she holds herself close to me. I don’t move for several heartbeats, kissing her mouth as I give her a moment to adjust to my girth. I feel her relax around me and start to writhe restlessly on my cock, and it snaps my control in two. I grip her hip and slam into her, tearing through the thin barrier of her innocence.
Her surprised gasp rings through the room, nearly drowning my growl.
“Fuck, baby, are you okay?” I grind out, my breathing ragged. It’s a surprise I can even get any words out. Christ, she’s so tight. So fucking tight and wet, it’s a wonder I haven’t already spilled. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“I’m okay,” she pants, her hands clenching and unclenching over my shoulders. “God, you’re so big. I…I feel you everywhere.”
I groan at her words, rolling my hips slowly and stretching her. “You can’t say that, baby, I’m already struggling as it is.”
She blinks up at me. “You are?”
“You’re so fucking tight and warm, I can’t stop,” I rasp, rocking gently into her and trying with everything in me not to slam into her.
“Then don’t.”
“What?” I say raggedly, our breath mingling hotly between us.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, lifting her other leg until they’re both wrapped around my hips. “Don’t stop or hesitate. Just take me. Make me yours. Please.”
Fuck.
I have no defense against her words.
I pull out before slamming back into her, and she cries out, her back arching off the floor. I know I should take it slow, but I’m too far gone. All the desire I’ve carried for her for nearly a month spills out, and suddenly I’m pounding her into the floor of my living room, our bodies sliding smoothly against each other as I drive into her. She moans with every thrust, dragging her nails up and down my back as I take her faster and harder, pouring all that pent-up need into our lovemaking.
Mine.
“Fuck,” I curse when I realize how close I am to coming. Just a few more pumps, and I’ll be spilling into her. I force myself to slow down, unwilling to let the moment end just yet. I shift the angle to grind the base of my cock over her clit, rocking slowly into her as I focus on teasing the bud.
“Oh,” she moans, moving restlessly under me as she works herself over. “Oh God. Ransom.”
I love you.
The words are again at the tip of my tongue, but I’m not brave enough to voice them yet so I drop my mouth to her neck, raking my tongue over her soft skin as I thrust shallowly into her. I bite into her earlobe, and her breath catches, her thighs trembling against my waist as I sense her tumble close to anorgasm. “I want you to come with me,” I rasp into her ear, rolling my hips faster and slapping into her harder. “I’m so close, sweetheart. Come with me.”
