Page 51 of Reckless Fate

I could never deny her anything.

I don’t want to deny her anything.

Ever again.

I get to my knees and pull down her panties, throwing them to the floor. I take in the beauty before she stretches her arms and beckons me to her.

I reach to my nightstand, throw a pack of condoms on the bed and tear one wrapper with my teeth. As soon as I’m sheathed, I yank her legs apart, dragging her into position, and she laughs.

“Now you’re full of urgency.” Her tease elicits a groan from me.

“I can slow down.”I can’t.I lower myself, my elbows bracketing her head.

“Oh, God, don’t you dare.” She fists my hair and pulls me to her mouth.Thank God.

I balance on one elbow, never disconnecting the kiss while I guide my cock to her entrance. She’s wet, rolling her pelvis with need and want. My Blue.

I push in and it’s like nothing has changed, yet everything is different. She stills for a moment, as if surprised by the invasion. I raise my head and find her eyes filled with tears.

“Welcome home,” she whispers, her voice broken with emotion.

What those words do to me is close to resurrection. I move in and out slowly, relishing every sensation, every moan, every reaction Blue is expressing so liberally.

When I watched her earlier eating the dinner, I thought it was the best reward a chef could receive. It’s one thing to be praised for a well-prepared meal and its presentation, but watching Blue consume every bite with all her senses was a completely new level of satisfaction.

Until I got her in my bed. The woman, so shielded and often unreadable in everyday life, is completely open and free in this act of surrender. She takes me without hesitation and it encourages me, draining away all the reason and care.

I pound into her, chasing release for both of us, and she accepts me with an eagerness that expands in my chest. Her walls contract around me and I smile at her.

“Come for me, Blue,” I whisper as I feel the tingling at the base of my back. She clenches, screaming my name. The sound sends me over the edge, and we both ride the wave until we’re spent and absolutely elevated at the same time.

I roll on to my back and discard the condom into a tissue on my nightstand, not wanting to leave her for a second. I pull her to me. She shivers with aftershocks, clinging to me with such ferocity I want to hold her for the rest of my days, to provide her with the safety she deserves.

If I had ever thought we could casually explore a second chance, I was mistaken. There is nothing casual about this moment.

We lie there, our limbs tangled, slowly returning to Earth.

“This was—”

“Careful with your words. I’m a sensitive man,” I tease.

Her chest heaves against my ribcage with silent laughter. “I’ll be sure to tiptoe around you. It was different, I wanted to say.” She places a lazy kiss on my shoulder.

“Different good?” For some reason my head needs confirmation of what my body and soul have just experienced.

“Different wonderful. Your ability to satisfy me matured like a fine wine. You’re an excellent vintage, Mr. Cassinetti.”

She yelps as I roll her on to her back, clasping her wrists above her head. “Are you calling me old?”

She giggles and tries to free herself, but it’s a lost cause.

“You’re just the right age.” She cranes her neck to kiss me. I lower my head to meet her and our tongues dance lazily, exploring and playing.

“May I invite you to my dazzling bathroom?”

She laughs. “And what would we do there?”

I nuzzle her throat and move down to her collarbone, grazing with my teeth and lips. “First, we could fuck against the sink, so I can watch you in the mirror.”

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