Page 82 of Into the Woods

My past, present, and future teetered on the edge of a knife.

It had always been this way for us.

All or nothing.

My gaze jerked to where his cock was threatening to punch through his boxer-briefs before flicking back up to him. I slowly lifted a single brow.

And opened my mouth wide.

CHAPTER 25

BEX

Court studied me, his dark eyes alight with an intense lust that I felt like a caress. The hand wrapped around my throat slid up my neck, his thumb pushing into my open mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. “Show me what this mouth would do to my cock.”

My lips automatically sealed around the digit, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked his thumb deep, imagining it was something a lot bigger. I squirmed a little as arousal flooded my pussy. Under me, his cock was long and thick, hard and ready.

He made a soft, humming sound before pulling his thumb out partially and then thrusting it back inside the wet heat of my mouth.

My tongue curled around his skin, my lashes fluttering shut as I put all those years of reading romance novels to use, calling upon all the erotic imagery that the authors made seem so natural.

Romance authors deserved way more credit than they got.

I gently scraped my teeth against the pad of his thumb, smiling around him when a judder rippled through his frame.

“Fuck, Becca,” he rasped, pulling his thumb out. His dark brown eyes blazed. “Say it. I need to hear you say it.”

It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, staring out into the void. I had no idea what lay beyond, but I had to trust something would be there to catch me when I fell.

That Court would catch me.

“I’m yours, Court,” I told him. “I’ve always been yours.”

He surged forward, his lips claiming mine in a bruising kiss that felt like a dam finally breaking free. The resulting torrent swept me away, and all I could do was cling to him as he kissed me.

I parted my lips with a gasp, and he took full advantage. His tongue tangled with mine, stroking it into submission, and I let him take control. A low groan vibrated from his chest as he pulled me closer, angling my head exactly where he wanted me.

Needing more, I tried to grind myself against his lap, but he let go of my face to clamp his hands down on my hips, halting my movements. His kiss slowed from the initial frenzy, turning lazy and gentle.

With a frustrated whimper, I pulled away. “Court. Please.”

His eyes snapped open. “You’ll get what I give you, baby. Unless you’ve changed your mind and can’t handle it?”

I gave an annoyed huff and shook my head.

His lips curved into a grin. “Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you’re pouting?”

“Do you have any idea how much I really need you to—” I started to blurt out, but cut myself off.

His eyes lit up. “Oh, no. Finish that thought, Becca.”

Heat crept across my cheeks. “I just need you.”

His brow lifted. “I’m right here.”

If I’d have been standing, I would’ve stomped my foot. “I need you to touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he pointed out. But then, just because he could, he leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose. “You mean like that?”

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