Page 79 of Tempted To Be Mine

I must have passed out for a few seconds because when I opened my eyes he was naked and rolling on a condom. He looked up and caught me staring.

“Still with me?”

“Barely.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Get over here.”

“Take off your shirt,” he practically growled. “And your bra. I want to bury my face in that valley.”

I did as he asked. My fingers fumbled with the bra clasp but managed.

He crawled up the bed and settled between my thighs, bracing himself on one forearm so he didn’t crush me. The head of him nudged against my overly sensitive nub. I sucked in a breath.

“Damn, girl,” he murmured. “You are the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

My eyes felt heavy. I was still in a daze.

I smiled up at him. I felt drunk. Drunk on lust.

He pushed in nice and slow, savoring every inch as he slid deep. My hands flew to his shoulders. He held still when he was buried, forehead dropped to mine, jaw tight, breathing like he’d just run the length of the beach.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re amazing, Lucy.”

I rolled my hips because I couldn’t not. The drag of him lit every nerve I’d just thought he’d worn out. “Move.”

He seemed determined to take his sweet time. Long, slow strokes that made me feel like I was floating. I arched up to take him even deeper. My eyes rolled back. He found the sweet spot on the third stroke and stayed there. He did some corkscrew move that had me staring down the pearly gates.

“There?” he asked, all cocky and smug.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

He laughed before it died on his lips when I pulled him down for a kiss. I clenched around him. His mouth tore away from mine.

“Fuck!”

He braced a hand beside my head and drove in harder. The headboard bounced against the wall. The man went feral, his body a fierce machine as he pounded into me.

I grabbed my own breast, needing more. He took the hint and dropped his mouth onto my sensitive flesh. He sucked, tongue flicking my nipple while he fucked me like it was his only mission in life. I arched into it. The pleasure overwhelmed me.

“That’s it,” he said against my skin. “Come on. I want to feel it.”

I exploded with his name on my lips and my nails dragging across his back. I trembled and clenched while he kept moving through it. He moved slower, then harder again when I begged him not to be careful. He groaned, rhythm breaking, and buried his face in my neck. A few more rough thrusts and he lost control all over again.

His back bowed as he shouted at the ceiling. His hips jerked against me. His arms were suddenly boneless. His body collapsed on mine.

For a minute neither of us moved. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I stroked the back of his neck and over the welts I had left on his back.

He lifted his head. Hair a mess. Mouth swollen. Looking at me like he wasn’t sure if he was awake or dreaming.

“Holy shit,” he said with a lopsided grin.

“Indeed.”

He shifted, sliding his body to the side and tucking me against him in one smooth move. I could hear his heartbeat under my ear, still a little fast but slowing.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured into my hair.

I smiled against his skin. “The sex or the cuddling?”

“Both. All of it.” His arms tightened around me. “You. I could get used to you.”