Page 96 of Wallflower in Bloom

He buried his head in the curve of her neck as he kissed his way down to her breasts. She had the distinct feeling of being worshiped as he so carefully placed each kiss. “I’m sorry this isn’t on the list,” he murmured against her skin.

She arched into him. “Forget the list.”

She pulled back and took off her tank top, her breasts free for him to grab. Needed to feel him against her.

No more pretense, no more armor. Just her body against all six feet of him.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth as he shoved down her silky shorts.

She fumbled with his shorts, needing him naked yesterday. “I need you inside me,” she whispered urgently.

A growl sounded in his throat as his hands wrapped around her waist like a vise. “God, I’ve thought of nothing else,” he said, his voice low.

He clicked the closet door closed with a shove of his foot. He shoved his pants down, his impressive cock finally free, and she palmed it. It was thick and hard like steel, and he hissed as she handled him.

“No more of that, or we’ll be done too soon, love.” He ranged over her, crawling between her legs as they lay on the floor, grasping for each other.

She loved the heat of his skin against hers. She wanted to tangle their limbs together, twisting together so they’d never be able to leave one another. He placed hot kisses on her neck, down her breastbone.

A small nightlight in the closet highlighted the curves of his muscles as he arched over her.

“Spread your legs for me, my love.”

She opened for him, not embarrassed any longer.

“God, your pussy is gorgeous.” His hands traced it reverently. “Every time you’re near me, I think about this. About filling it up.” He slid a finger, then another, into her as he placed a soft kiss on her stomach.

She arched her back so he’d suck her like she wanted. His mouth came back to her nipple as he pinched the other. “Yes,” she whispered with her hands in his hair, pulling him toward her still. “Claim me.”

He tightened his hold, clamping the palm of his hand down on her clit, gripping her. Her hips moved against his hand, needing more. He pulled away from her breasts and met her eyes, hovering over her face with a look of pure yearning. “You are perfection. My every dream. My girlfriend,” he said as he ground his palm against her, and pleasure shot through her.

The embrace of his scent surrounded her, and she never wanted to leave. She brought him down to her, needing to feel his weight to convince herself this was real.

He showered her with sultry, long kisses, his lips landing on her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, and finally claiming her mouth. His thumb teased her clit in the most torturous way as his mouth sweetly took hers.

He was somehow fucking her and making love at the same time, she realized. Exactly what she’d always craved. Connection and sex.

The feeling of his muscles rippling against her hands as his mouth lingered on hers was too good. Too perfect.

He wrapped his arms tight around her, burying his head in her neck. “You’re like the sun. Hot and perfect and bright,” he murmured softly as his hard cock settled between her thighs and slid against her pussy.

Need consumed her. It was all she could think about—being taken again. Being loved by this man for who she was. She ran her hands through his hair. Her pussy throbbed with each touch. “Need you,” she panted.

He lifted his face, and a wicked grin shone back. “What do you need, my bad little siren?”

“Your cock. Deep.” She kissed his hulking shoulders as he lifted up, his hand cupping her jaw. His eyes locked with hers as his cock pressed against her entrance.

Their eyes searched each other as he slowly pushed in, his gaze dipping to where she bit her lower lip.

He placed a soft, slow kiss on the side of her mouth as the excruciatingly slow heaven-sent torture continued. She clenched around him, needing it. Needing him to complete her.

Strings have been hopelessly twined with yours….

They took each other in as if they both realized this magic could last forever, and Violet felt the gravity of making love. Being the lock to the key of a man so perfect for her it hurt.

Her hand brought his mouth down to capture his lips. She wanted to savor this moment, make it last past four weeks and into forever.

She clenched her walls around him, loving the feeling of being filled.

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