Page 83 of Rescue Us (Next Generation 7)

A snarl left him as he attacked my mouth.

It wasn’t a full sentence, but it was a start. A single word that held so much weight behind it. That hinted for everything I knew he could give me and more.

Cyrus

“Yes.”

That word. One syllable. So many different meanings.

Ainsley shook against me, her small body trembling with what I could only imagine was a need for more. I pulled her into my arms, needing to feel her against me. I craved her moans and her silent pleas for everything I had to offer her.

Tonight had been one hell of a night. I went to The Ring with every intention of having one fight and leaving but some fucker started provoking me and the rest of the night ended up in a blur. I could usually keep my temper in check, but he was going on about my brother. Sammy didn’t fight often. He liked fighting with me or Jaron instead, never a stranger because he didn’t trust them. His words. Add to the fact I hadn’t seen Ainsley and we didn’t leave things the way I would have liked, and it all went downhill from there.

Ainsley’s soft whimper pulled me back to the present. She broke the kiss, her eyes shining bright with lust. Her lips pulled up into a small smile.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her. “Thank you for giving me another piece of you.” As much as I appreciated her giving me the single word, I needed something else. Something more. Something we hadn’t done yet.

Her smile widened.

I kissed her jaw. “So fucking beautiful.” My feelings grew for her every time I saw her, every time I hung out with her. Every damn time I thought of her.

A shudder rippled through her.

“I want to try something,” I murmured against her jaw.

She leaned back, confusion pulling her brows to the middle of her forehead.

I winked, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her onto the table.

She gasped, her eyes widening.

“Shhh...” I kissed her softly. “Trust me, pet. Now lay back.” I sat back down, pulling her ass to the edge of the table.

Ainsley leaned on her elbows, watching me.

“Lay back,” I instructed gently.

She chewed her bottom lip but finally did as I said and laid back on the table.

Cupping her knees, I slid my hands slowly up her legs. I wasn’t sure how much she would feel since she didn’t have complete sensation in her clit but I sure as hell wanted to try. I would spend hours feasting on her if I had to.

Hooking my fingers into her pajama pants, I pulled them off her waist and down her legs.

Her chest rose and fell, her eyes locking with mine.

I winked, pulling the pants off her feet and tossing them to the floor. “I’m probably going to enjoy this more than you.”

She lifted her hands, pausing.

“What?” I asked, tugging her closer to me.

I’ve never done this. I mean, no man has ever done this. To me.

My cock twitched at that confession. “Oh I’m definitely going to enjoy this more then.”

A breathless laugh left her.

As much as I wanted to just dive into her heat and never come up for air, with her, I had to go slow. I already got more from her than I was sure she gave most people. So I didn’t want to take advantage of that and have it backfire on me either.

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