Page 89 of Always Yours

My lips quirk. “No. I’d never put you in that category, my beautiful Lizza—er, I mean, Austen.”

She smacks my chest, and I laugh against her lips as she glares. “I finished the book, by the way.”

“Good girl,” I say, brushing my thumb along her bottom lip. “We’ll have to try the last scene sometime.”

Her eyes flash with desire. “You don’t have bat wings.”

“I’m sure I can order some off Amazon, and I’ve already got the fangs,” I tease, and her cheeks darken.

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m yours,” I say, and her breath catches. I take her lips, squeezing my eyes shut as the kiss loses all restraint. The words I say, I mean them with everything inside me, but that doesn’t mean they don’t scare me. I slide my hands down her back to her hips, pressing her hard into the door. My cock is throbbing against her, and I can feel her slickness taunting me, calling for me. I want nothing more than to disappear inside her and never return. I press my tongue into her lips, and she opens her mouth without hesitation. I grip her hips, and I know I shouldn’t; I know I should wait until I can lay her down, but I don’t want to.

I pull my mouth from hers, breathing hard against her lips. “Janie.”

She presses her hips into mine, sliding my cock along her sweet pussy, her release covering me and making it really hard to even form words. “Yes?”

“I’m not a virgin.”

She snorts at that. Not what I expected, though I can’t help but grin. “I am well aware, Dimitri. I don’t care.”

I swallow uncertainly. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“For your very adventurous sex life?”

She chuckles at that. “I have irregular periods. It helps with that.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound fun.”

“It’s not,” she says, holding my gaze. “Stop stalling.”

“You’re not on antibiotics, are you? I had a girl try to trap me once like that.”

She gives me an odd look. “What in the hell? No, I’m not. Why are you making me wait?” Austen strokes her fingers along my cock, and I hiss in surprise.

“Are you sure you want it like this? Against a door? I can stop by the flower store, buy out the shop, go home, decorate the bed, light some candles, put some Marvin Gaye on the iHome, and whatever else I can think of to make it special.”

Her eyes dance with mine. “I don’t know who Marvin Gaye is.”

“That’s tragic.”

“Yes, as tragic as this wait is,” she snaps, and I’m breathless, completely hers.

“I feel like I should at least sing a song or something. It has to be special.”

“This is special to me. You’re all I need.”

My heart stops dead in my chest. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

“Have I ever made things easy for you?”

“Not at all.”

“So, why would I start now?”

And there it is, that defiant little tip of her chin.

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