Page 64 of Forbidden Love

As she squeezed my cock, the familiar tingle started at the base of my spine and spread through my body. I thrust deep, stars exploding behind my eyelids as I rested my forehead against hers.

We were both breathing heavy, our skin beaded with sweat. When I felt steady, I eased her to the floor. She leaned against the door, looking a little stunned.

“I need a shower,” I said as I took care of the condom and threw it out in the powder room of the foyer. I didn’t bother to gather our clothes; I just lifted her in my arms, bridal-style.

Kylie wrapped her arms around my neck. “Is this your thing?”

“Carrying you?” I asked, even though I knew what she was referring to.

“Yes,” she said, as if it amused her.

“I guess it is. Do you mind?” I asked, tenderness sweeping through my body.

She smiled softly. “I kind of love it.”

Pleasure burst in my chest. I wanted her to love me, not just the things I did. I knew it would take time, and we didn’t have a lot of it. I planned to spend every spare minute with her I could, showing her how I felt. I just hoped it would be enough.

I didn’t put her down until we were standing in the master bathroom. I turned on the water as she gathered her hair off her neck.

I kissed her shoulder. “I love having unfettered access to your body. Your skin is so soft.”

Her head fell back. “I like it too.”

“I’m never going to get enough of you,” I murmured so softly I wasn’t sure she even heard me. I needed to be careful. If she wasn’t ready for something more serious, I would only scare her away by being too open.

I pulled away to check the temperature of the water and then tugged her into the stall ahead of me. She stood with her back to the stream of water, her head tipped back, and I was mesmerized by the droplets of water cascading over her tan skin.

I stepped in front of her, a little in awe that I was here with her. Kylie Wilde. I never thought we had a real chance, but I was in her shower, in her house, and she hadn’t pushed me away.

I planned to take advantage of every minute we had together. I lowered my head, my hand on the curve of her waist as I sucked on her nipple.

Her fingers tangled in the hair at the base of my head as she held me to her. Then I dropped to my knees on the tile. She widened her stance to give me room as I sucked on her clit. Her hips moved forward as her nails scraped my scalp.

I enjoyed the bite of her nails and the sting of the tile against my knees. It reminded me that this was real. I was present in the moment, breathing in her scent and making her mine.

Whether she knew it or not, I wanted to ruin her for any other guys. I wanted her to moan my name, to never forget the scrape of my facial hair against the soft skin of her thighs.

By the time I used my fingers to ease inside her, she was moaning and clutching at my hair. She wanted more, and I wanted to give it to her.

I stood abruptly and turned her so that her hands were pressed against the tile, and she was bent over at the waist. She widened her stance as I lined up my cock.

My head dropped back in frustration. “I don’t have a condom in here.”

“It’s okay,” she said over her shoulder. “I’m clean and on birth control.”

“I am too,” I said, breathing out a sigh of relief.

There was nothing like the feeling I got when I was inside her, her walls pulsing around my cock, her cries echoing off the tiles.

Kylie Wilde was mine. She just didn’t realize it yet.

I eased out and then slowly pressed forward, my hands on her hips. Each time felt better than the one before. It didn’t seem possible, but it was.

I reached around to palm her breasts, brushing a thumb over her nipple. Whenever I touched her nipples, it took her to the next level, which I desperately needed because I was already close.

I covered her hand with my free one and pounded into her. This time, when we crested, we did it together. I rested my cheek against her back for a few seconds before slowly guiding her to stand.

“We were supposed to be getting clean,” Kylie said as she turned in my arms.

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