Page 143 of Behind the Net

“What are you grinning at?” she asks me, smiling.

She’s so pretty. I won’t force her to wear a ring she doesn’t like. I could never do that. She can wear whatever ring she wants.

I rest my forehead against hers as she strokes me. Need tightens in my body, and my blood beats for her.

“Wait.”

Her hand stills. “What is it?”

My nostrils flare as I drag a breath in. My feelings for Pippa swell and pitch, crashing like waves on a stormy ocean, desperate to get out. Without telling her the truth of how I feel—all of it—intimacy between us feels incomplete. I pull back and search her eyes.

“I love you.” My words are a quiet murmur as I watch her reaction, and my heart slams against the front wall of my chest. I’ve never said those words to a girl. I’ve never felt this way, and it’s exhilarating and terrifying. “I love you so fucking much, Pippa. I’m in love with you. I want everything with you.”

Her lips part, and her chest rises and falls fast as my words sink in.Please feel the same way, I pray to the universe.

“You’re everything to me.” My Pippa. My distraction, the girl I’ve always been powerless against. “I want you in my life. You make me so, so fucking happy, songbird, and I hope I make you happy, too.”

“You do,” she says immediately, and her hands slip into the back of my hair. “You do make me happy. You’re everything to me, too. I love you, too,” she whispers.

My heart bursts open, expanding in my chest. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

My mouth falls to hers, and the soft noise in her throat has my blood humming. She loves me, and I don’t have to keep it in anymore. She loves me, and we’re doing this.

She loves me, and this is forever.

My hands fall to her chest, and my thumbs rub twin circles on her nipples over the fabric of her bra. She arches into my hands, swaying on her feet. A dark chuckle rumbles out of me, and I slip one hand into her panties.

Her pussy is soaked. She moans, wincing with pleasure as I stroke through her, dragging slow, delicate friction over her.

“Shit,” I breathe. “You’re so wet.”

She nods, looking up at me like I’m a lifeline. She clutches me for stability, and I wrap an arm around her shoulders to hold her upright while I touch her. She’s so soft, so wet, so warm, and I can’t get enough.

“You’ve come twice today,” I tell her in a low, teasing tone. “Look how worked up you are.”

She nods again, wetting her lips, and it’s that flash of her tongue that has me dripping with pre-cum. I pull my hand out of her panties and watch her expression glaze as I suck the wetness off my fingers. I groan at her taste, giving her a wicked smile, reveling in her look of disbelief and awe.

“Need you naked, songbird,” I tell her, unhooking her bra and slipping her panties down. “Need you bare for me so I can make you come again.” I guide her down onto the bed near the edge, hovering over her and seeking one of her pinched nipples with my lips, working the other with my fingers.

“That always feels so good.” Her words are a low, strained whisper, and my balls ache with need at the desperate, pleasured tone in her voice.

Ilovepleasing Pippa. I love making her feel good, and I love being the only man to have done it so well. Her hair is spread out across the pillow, and it’s one of the most breathtaking things I’ve ever seen, Pippa beneath me, looking up at me like this. It makes my heart ache.

“Open your legs for me, baby,” I whisper against her breast. “Open your legs so I can keep making you feel good.”

She obliges, and a dark satisfaction weaves through me at her following my instructions so obediently. So trusting, like she knows I’d never hurt her.

Her abs tighten as I rub her clit.

“Jamie,” she moans in frustration, and I chuckle before lowering my mouth to her.

Her taste hits my tongue, and I groan into her, pushing her thighs wider so I can get deeper. My tongue sweeps up and down her slit, circling her clit, dipping into her tight center, slicking over every sensitive nerve ending until her hands are in my hair, tugging.

“Can’t get enough,” she gasps.

“Good.” I suck her clit, and her back arches off the bed. “Neither can I.”

While I work my tongue over her, I unbuckle my belt and pull my cock out, giving it a few hard strokes.

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