Page 63 of Perfect Pact

He shifts to look down at me, and time stops. We lean in toward each other, kissing in a way that’s slow and passionate, taking our time exploring. Our kisses grow more desperate, and he growls into my mouth as I shift to straddle him. “Darlin’, you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He rolls his hips forward to clue me in.

“I think I do.” Placing one hand on each of his strong shoulders, I steady myself and grind down.

His hands cup my ass, and he holds me as he stands, taking me with him.

“Dusty—” My legs wrap around his waist as he struggles with the door.

“I know darlin’, me too.” He kicks the door shut behind us and pushes my back up against the wall as he reclaims my mouth in a kiss that rocks me to my core.

The pressure of him between my legs is sweet agony. With my back against the wall, his hands are free to roam between us, caressing my breasts as his kiss moves from my lips, down my neck, and back up again. “More.” I sigh, my head dropping to his shoulder as I feel him everywhere.

Lips on my skin, palms digging into my hips, working up under my thin tank before pulling it down, taking my bra with it, exposing my breasts, the cool air causing them to peek under his intense stare.

“You good with this?” He pulls back.

“Yes. Don’t stop.” I thread my fingers in his hair and pull him down, wanting his mouth back on me.

Pulling one taut nipple between his lips, he drives me crazy by scraping his teeth over my sensitive skin. My back involuntarily arches, and my body surrenders to him as he moves from one breast to the other, repeating the process over and over again.More.

“I think we might need to move this party to the bedroom.” He steadies me and pushes away from the wall. I hold on for the ride as he carries me through the house and into his bedroom.

Soft cotton surrounds me as he lays me down. My legs release their grip, and we untangled ourselves in a passionate rush to remove as many items of clothes as fast as we can.

“Next time will be slow and sweet, I promise. But, Beth—I need you now.” He stands back and grabs a foil packet from the nightstand before settling in between my bare legs. I love that he’s thinking of me, of us, of safety—especially after what I just shared with him.

“I’m yours,” I whisper. And mean it with every fiber of my being.

My hands tangle the sheets, gripping hard. "Open your eyes," he demands.

I've waited so long to feel like this with someone, burning up with desire…the spark with him has always been there, but now it’s downright combustible. I open my eyes to find him watching me. I struggle to keep them open and focused on his, not wanting to miss a single second of what's happening. There are no words to describe what I’m feeling, I only hope he feels the same.

He pushes into me, and a slow burn spreads throughout my body. I arch toward him. He increases the pace, and I wrap my legs around his lean waist and rest my hands on his arms. He's rough and tender at the same time. Our mouths fused together, we become one, hands and lips everywhere, consumed by each other, the need to release...I lose all track of time.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, he presses his forehead to mine and drives us both over the edge, gazing into my eyes.

"Wow." I break through the silence.

"Yeah." A cocky grin spreads across his face, and I playfully smack his shoulder.

Rolling to his side, he pulls me with him, and I snuggle into his embrace, neither of us wanting to break the moment.

This is what true happiness feels like.

I never want this feeling to end.

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