Page 79 of Choosing the Rejected Mate
“It’s clingy.”
I laugh so hard I almost fall backward, but Daniel catches me, grinning, and the sweetness of that moment wraps around the heat until I can barely separate love from lust.And I don’t want to.
He shoves his jeans down just enough, and then he’s there, thick and hard between my thighs.I take him in my hand, stroking once, watching his face tighten with pleasure.
His jaw clenches.“Holly.”
“You’re very affected.”
He huffs out a laugh.“Still not the word.”
“What word would you prefer?”
“Ruined.”
I guide him closer, the head of his cock brushing my slick heat.His hands flex on my hips.
“Still with me?”he asks.
I smile.“Always.”
His expression softens so fast it hurts.Then he pushes inside me.Slow, deep, and perfect.
My breath catches as he fills me, my body stretching around him, welcoming him home.Because that is what this feels like now.Not fate dragging me toward something I did not ask for.Not the terrifying unknown of a bond that might break.
Home.
Daniel groans, forehead dropping to mine.“Fuck, sweetheart.You feel so good.”
“Better than the cinnamon roll?”
His laugh breaks into a moan when I clench around him.“Don’t ask cruel questions while I’m inside you.”
“I need to know where I stand.”
“Above all baked goods.”
“Even my apple fritters?”
His hips draw back slowly, then drive in deep enough to make my mouth fall open.“Do the apple fritters do that?”
“No.”
“Then yes.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.“Good answer.”
He moves then, building a slow, hard rhythm that rocks the table beneath me.One hand grips my hip, the other braces beside me near a bowl of buttercream that is absolutely in the danger zone.
“Careful,” I gasp.
“With you?”
“With the frosting.”
Daniel’s laugh turns into a growl.“You’re worried about frosting while I’m fucking you?”
“I’m also good at multitasking.”
