Page 29 of Made for You
For a heartbeat, I held still, waiting to see if she’d caught what I said, and if she did, if she’d call me on it.
Instead, all she said was my name, her voice airy and breathless, when I pressed my thumb a little harder.
Maybe she hadn’t noticed. Or maybe she had, and she just didn’t care. Or, more likely, she let it be part of the fantasy: the cowboy who shows up to fuck her, claim her, and then leaves.
I could be that.
Or rather, I couldpretendto be that.
I braced one hand on the mattress beside her head and caged her beneath me, my body cloaking hers in shadow. My mouth hovered a breath above hers, my thumb moving more insistently as I drew slow, deliberate circles over her clit. “As long as we’re doing this, your pussy’s mine and only mine. You got that, darlin’?”
Her back arched, a strangled whimper escaping her lips.
Not resistance but acceptance.
Surrender.
And that was when my control slipped. Watching her react to my words, to the idea of being claimed, sent heat surging straight through me. My cock throbbed, hard and insistent, proof that my mind could pretend all it wanted, but my body knew the truth. This wasn’t fantasy or role play. This was my reality.
I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing the sound she made as my hand left her cunt to fist in her hair. The kiss was rough and hungry, and she met it head-on, opening for me, her tongue tangling with mine.
Her legs came up around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, grinding her against the hard line of my zipper. Jesus,she was wild—hot, slick, frantic—and every thrust of her hips smeared her arousal over the denim keeping me from fucking her in truth. My jeans were going to reek of her, and the thought sent another jolt straight through me—like I wanted the whole damn world to know exactly who’d claimedme.
Her breath was hot and ragged against my face, her hips rolling in desperate little circles as her nails dug half-moons into my shoulders. “Inside me, Gage,” she whispered against my mouth, her teeth catching my bottom lip. “I need you in me—now.”
My gaze flicked to the nightstand where the coil of silky rope waited. “No ropes, then?” I asked, my voice rough, breath uneven.
Lord, I wanted to tie her up—take my time, take her apart slowly and methodically before putting her back together again. But I wanted her like this, too: wild and trembling, seconds from shattering.
I wanted her need for me so sharp it felt like pain.
Siena shook her head, reaching down between us to palm me through my jeans. “Next time.” Her thumb dragged over the thick ridge of my cock, and I felt it in every nerve ending I had. “Right now, I just need you to fuck me. Make me yours.”
With that plea ringing in my ears, I fumbled with my zipper, yanking it down while her hands clawed at my shoulders.
“Hurry.”
I didn’t bother with the rest of my clothes—there wasn’t time, not with the way she was looking at me, not with how badly I needed to be inside this woman.
I reached for my wallet, catching the shake of her head out of the corner of my eye as I leaned over to grab it.
“No?” I asked with a raised brow.
Siena shook her head, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, her gaze locked on mine.
“I … I can’t get pregnant.” Her voice cracked at the admission, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. “In case you’re worried about that.”
Honestly? I wasn’t. I’d had a scare once, back in my early twenties, which had promptly resulted in a vasectomy. I loved my nephew, Cole, but I’d never really wanted kids. It seemed like a no-brainer.
The only reason I’d pulled out the last time Siena and I were together was because we hadn’t had a chance to talk about it yet, and I didn’t want to presume. Hell, fucking her without a condom was presumptuous enough, though she hadn’t seemed to mind.
But I didn’twantto pull out this time. I wanted to fill this woman full of my cum, watch it drip down her thighs, and then do it all over again.
“You want my cum, honey? Want me to fill you up good?”
As she nodded, a flush creeping up her neck, I notched myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her slickness, our eyes locked on each other.
She nodded again, and I drove forward in one long, hard thrust until I was buried to the hilt.
