Page 15 of With You Forever

The wedding magazines hit the floor.

Lacey’s slammed onto the edge of the table, her skirt shoved up around her hips. She wiggles as Seth advances, pinning her arms above her head, stretching her out long and lean as he dives back into her lips. Lacey mewls at the heat of his lips, arching against him. She throbs down below and when she presses her hot center against him, Seth moans. He’s just as turned on, hard as steel, his erection straining against her thigh.

Every inch of her is sensitive, on edge.

Seth reads her. Reads what she wants. Aggression.

Tugging on her hips, removing her panties, he scoots her an inch closer to the edge of the table. His breaths are hot and searing on the inside of her legs and then she lets out a gasp. Seth eats her like it’s his last meal. Like he’s a famished man and she’s got his order every damn time. Her nails dig into the meat of his muscular shoulders. Seth works his tongue over her clit, faster and faster, until she’s swollen and pulsing.

And then she’s quaking, dripping down below.

Lacey shudders as Seth licks up the inside of her thighs, sucking her dewy sweetness off her skin. Then he pulls back.

She whines at the loss of contact, only Seth’s standing, caging her in his arms.

Dipping down, he breathes hot into her ear. “I’ll never fuckin’ let you break, Lacey. You hear me, princess?”

The most beautiful words she’s ever heard.

She trembles, resisting the urge to shatter.

Slowly, he unbuttons her blouse. She strips him of his shirt. Her breath catches at the sight of Seth’s toned body, his muscular arms. So tan and lean and gorgeous, it pushes her past the edge of sanity.

That’s when she realizes Seth’s staring at her.

The sight of the bandage on her breast has made his face soft all over, has stilled his previously roving hands, but Lacey pushes through it. Pushes him.

“Fuck me,” she demands, tilting her chin to lift her face to his. The worry in his eyes dissipates, his lust and love completely off the charts, and Lacey’s heart skips several beats.

No one loves her, can love, will ever love her, like Seth.

Tan hands cradle her heaving rib cage, pressing her back down on the table. Seth leans over her, his chiseled form hot against hers. He pants against her throat as he bars a forearm over her clavicles. Lacey wriggles beneath him and then he’s inside of her.

Taking command, he thrusts hard, his hips smashing into hers. The table shakes beneath them.

Lacey cries out, her eyes rolling back into her head, as the hard length of him has her opening her thighs wider.

“Lacey,” Seth breathes. “Lacey. Christ.” His long fingers wrap around her wrists, slide up to thread with her fingers. “I love you. I love you.” His drawl is a husky rumble as he repeats the words in her ear.

As Seth drives into her, warmth, that familiar golden glow behind her eyes, builds. And then her pussy’s clenching, her mouth popping on an O as she’s hit by the orgasm. She lets go and Seth soon follows. The two of them crying out, shuddering, raggedly calling each other’s names as the squeaking table slowly quiets.

Lacey lies there dazed.

Relieved.

Quenched.

Seth.

Her safety.

Sanctuary.

Love.

It’s only when Seth slips out of her and hauls his jeans back up that she feels his absence, the loss of his warmth, and it’s like a dam breaks inside of her. A tidal wave of desperation. No more pretending.

When she bursts into tears, she’s already in Seth’s arms.

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