Page 95 of Be With Me (Adair Family 4)

Arran groaned in his sleep, and my skin heated as he instinctively turned his hips toward me, giving me better access.

Fondling him, I felt him grow hot and hard in my grasp and brushed a kiss across his sleepy mouth. When I pulled back, his eyes were at half-mast with sleep and arousal.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse and grumbly.

My hand squeezed him as my belly flipped in reaction.

“What does it feel like?” I murmured and kissed him again. “No pain this morning.”

And just like that, Arran was fully awake.

I laughed as he lunged and suddenly found myself flat on my back.

He moved over me, straddling me, his hands braced at either side of my head. His heat engulfed me as he stared into my eyes and smoothed his hand up my naked thigh.

My inner muscles tightened. “I love you, Arran.”

His expression darkened. “I’ll never tire of hearing it. I love you so fucking much, woman.”

I grinned at his guttural words, happiness flooding me. And then more than happiness took over as Arran slid his thumb between my legs, watching me with all the love and desire in the world. My breath caught as he circled my clit, tingles moving through me as I lifted my hips.

He stopped teasing and slid three thick fingers into me and grunted, his eyes flaring when he felt how wet I was. My inner muscles clamped around him in desperate need. “Ery, fuck.” His hips undulated a little, mimicking his fingers. “You are spectacular.” He thrust his fingers faster in and out, and my toes curled into the bedding.

“Arran—oh!” He caught my clit with his thumb again, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. “Don’t stop.”

But he did, his eyes filled with a fierce desire that made me breathless with anticipation. I felt overwhelmed by the size of his body, and I loved it.

Arran bent his head to mine, and that masculine, spicy scent rushed over me, sending a new set of tingles straight to my nipples.

My mouth begged for his kiss, and his lips touched mine. His tongue pushed between my lips, and we danced in a dirty, deep, wet kiss. My hips pulsed toward him at the feel of his hard cock rubbing against my belly.

And then he was gone, taking his mouth from me. His fingers trailed teasingly down the soft skin of my inner arm, under my arms, and down the sides of my breasts as he stopped to stare at them. I loved how Arran adored every inch of me.

A tugging ripple low in my belly caused a rush of wet at the heat of his mouth wrapped around my left nipple. Arran licked and sucked.

Hard.

He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and the scruff scratched my skin in the most delicious way as my body writhed, bucking off the bed. Forgetting my wound, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, stroking his hot, smooth skin. My fingers curled tightly into his hair as he tormented my nipples until they were swollen, almost painful, buds. He brought me to the edge of orgasm again and then stopped, kissing them sweetly before returning to suck on them.

“Arran,” I groaned, tugging on his hair.

He ignored me and focused on kissing his way down my body, moving down my stomach, his tongue licking my belly button before moving south. My stomach clenched, and my legs parted in invitation. I heard his groan of satisfaction seconds before his tongue touched my clit.

Need slammed through me, and my hips pushed into his mouth. He gripped them, pressing my pelvis back to the mattress, and then the torture truly began.

As his scruff scratched and tickled my thighs, he suckled my clit, pulling on it hard, just what he’d done with my breasts. He tortured me. He studied my body, my reactions, and just when I was about to come, he’d lift his head and tell me he loved me.

And I couldn’t even be mad about it.

“Arran,” I begged.

His grip on my hips became almost bruising.

And then his tongue was back, this time licking inside me. I shuddered, but it still wasn’t enough. Hearing my whimpers, he returned to my clit and thrust two fingers inside me.

“Arran!” I jerked against him. “Yes, yes! Don’t stop!”

But abruptly, he was gone. I cried out in indignation, wondering where he thought he was disappearing to. My body relaxed when I saw he was pulling a condom out of his bedside table. I’d never seen Arran so hard and throbbing. Still, he took his time with it, stroking his cock as he put on the condom, his hot eyes dragging over every inch of my body.

“Arran, please.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw, and he nodded. But before he moved, he said, “Sometimes I can’t believe you want to be here with me. You’re something out of a dream.”

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