Page 46 of So Wrong It's Right

“We’re about to break your fucking bed.”

Chapter Eighteen

Christopher

Her eyes widen withshock and then she lifts her T-shirt over her head while kicking off her slippers.

There’s my girl.

I rip my own clothes off while she works on her pants on the way into her bedroom. I push her onto the bed and bite her ass. God, her ass. It’s a miracle. Round, juicy. I bite the other cheek.

“Christopher,” she looks over her shoulder at me, “what has gotten into you?”

“Three days of fucking you means I know exactly where to touch you to make you go off, baby.” And I do. I’ve mapped her body like I’m a cartographer of a new frontier. I can control her and dominate her orgasms. Lord knows that’s the only control I’ll ever have over Stella.

And the only control I have over Stella is when I’m completely out of control of myself.

She moans when I give her a love tap. “I want to be on top this time.”

I’m not an idiot, so I get on my back and bring her over me. “I’m at your mercy.” My hands slide up her back and into her hair, my fingers tangling in the strands as she rocks against me, hot and wet and already ready for me. “Be as naughty as you want.”

I punctuate my words with another little tap on her ass and she smiles. “You think you know me so well, but I have a few things I haven’t shown you yet.”

I expect chaos and a wild ride, it is Stella after all, but she slows down instead. Her eyes get softer and I can’t read her thoughts as she grinds slowly, sensuously, her mouth sliding over my cheek and down to my neck. I gasp when she nips the sensitive skin there. When her teeth clamp down lightly on my earlobe, I hiss and grab her hips, straining to get her in position, but she moves like liquid out of my grasp.

“Stella,” I moan, but her lips return to mine, kissing me deeply. Something changes between us. It’s more intimate. Like she’s pouring her heart into me, binding me to her.

Her hips rock a little faster, pressing more firmly, but it’s still too slow. I sit up so we’re chest to chest, skin to skin, and she shivers, arching her back. Our eyes meet and I’ve never known a feeling more perfect.

Everything I’ve been fighting against just disappears. All that matters is this woman. Suddenly, it’s all so clear. It’s laughable I didn’t figure it out sooner.

I’m in love with her.

Our lips meet once again, bodies pressed skin against skin, her pebbled nipples raking across my chest. We both groan at the sensation and I fist my hands into her hair.

I want to tell her. I want to tell everyone. But I know she won’t believe me if I say it now. I’ll just keep showing her until I break past all her defenses. Until she accepts that she’s mine. That we belong together.

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