Page 105 of Beating Heart
“The only thing I see coming right now is you,” I said, as I scooped her up in my arms. Her head fell back in a fit of laughter, and I carried her down the hall toward my bedroom. I kissed her hard to keep her quiet before tossing her onto the bed. She reached behind her head and tugged the elastic from her hair and let her long waves fall all around her.
“I need to taste you, baby. Right fucking now,” I said.
Her teeth sank into her juicy bottom lip, and she lifted her hips enough for me to tug her denim shorts and lace panties down her legs.
“My girl has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and I can’t get enough,” I said, my voice gruff as I tugged her so that her hips landed at the edge of the bed before I dropped to my knees.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders, and my tongue swiped along her slit, and I groaned at how wet and ready she was for me. I sucked on her clit as she squirmed beneath me.
Grinding all that sweetness against my lips.
I couldn’t get enough.
Couldn’t get enough of the way her fingers tangled in my hair. Of the little sounds she made when she was turned on. Of the way the words I love you sounded coming from her lips.
Words I never thought I’d need to say to a woman.
Words I never thought I’d need to hear from a woman.
“Nash.” She cried out my name as her thighs clamped around my head, and she went right over the edge.
I stayed right there as she ground up against me, riding out every last bit of pleasure.
She tugged my head up, my gaze finding hers.
“I need you inside me right now,” she whispered.
“Exactly what I was thinking,” I said, before climbing over her and kissing her hard. I was on my feet and hustling over to the nightstand for a condom.
I rolled the latex over my throbbing cock and moved back to the bed. I hovered above her and just stared at her for the longest time.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’d sure like to keep you, beautiful,” I said, my voice all tease, but I meant every single word.
I did want to keep her.
And if there was a way to do that without stifling her dreams, I was damn well going to do it.
Her eyes were wet with emotion, and she intertwined her fingers with mine as I shifted so the tip of my dick teased her entrance. I pinned her arms above her head, holding them there with one hand as I slid inside her, inch by inch.
Taking my time before I buried myself inside her.
I needed her in a way that wasn’t familiar.
All of her.
Mind and body.
Her eyes stayed on mine, and I leaned down and kissed her.
Tongues tangled. Breaths came hard and fast as we found our rhythm.
This fucking woman was made for me.
And she was mine in every way.
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