Page 87 of So Right
“Kelsey, let me—”
She devoured his request with her mouth and guided him into her wet sheath. When he was buried deep, she wrapped her legs around his waist and begged him to move.
He went slowly at first, stroking her hair and face and looking into the pale blue ecstasy burning in her gaze. The deeper he stroked, the lower she moaned. Her eyelids fluttered, and she surrendered, closing her eyes as her orgasm swept through her.
He held her tight, memorizing the curve of her cheek and the exact pink of her lips. So this was what love felt like. True, searing love that scored into your soul.
Like her, he yielded—not just to his body but to the incandescent emotion flowing through him. He gave her everything he had, and when they were finished, he held her close to his heart.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “I have never felt so safe. So protected.”
As she fell asleep in his arms, he vowed to make sure she felt that way forever.
