Page 65 of T-Bone

He growled low in his throat, a sound that shot straight through me. He backed me toward the bed, kissing me all the while—my jaw, my neck, the spot below my ear that made myknees go weak. I was gasping by the time the backs of my thighs hit the mattress.

He stripped my dress off in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there in my lace bra and panties, my skin flushed, my chest rising fast. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly down my side, over my ribs, to rest at the dip of my waist. “You always do.”

“Then die happy,” I said with a grin.

He kissed me again, fierce and deep, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other moving to my back to unclasp my bra. The moment it dropped, his mouth was on me, trailing heat across my collarbone, down between my breasts. My head tipped back with a soft cry as his lips and tongue learned every inch.

I reached down, fumbling with the button on his leather pants. “Still wearing these?”

“Was waiting for the right moment,” he smirked.

“Well,” I breathed, tugging them open, “the moment’s here.”

He shucked them off and stood before me, fully bare now, gloriously unfiltered. I ran my hands over his chest, across the tattoos inked into his skin, down the ridges of muscle that flexed beneath my touch. I stopped just before reaching his cock, which kicked in response.

“Tease,” he said.

“Just prolonging the anticipation.”

His hands found the curve of my hips, lifting me and laying me back onto the bed like I was something precious. He hovered above me, his gaze devouring mine, and the weight of that look—so full of hunger and tenderness—stole the breath from my lungs.

He leaned down and kissed me again, slower now, dragging it out. His lips were soft, but his tongue was commanding, deepening the kiss until I was melting beneath him. His hand slid down my side and into my panties, fingers exploring like he already knew what I needed and was more than happy to deliver.

My body arched into him, and he growled into my mouth. “You’re so damn perfect, Faith. You’re so fucking wet.”

I was panting, desperate for more. I tugged at his shoulders, pulling him closer as his fingers explored me. Our skin met in hot, needy friction, a thousand points of contact sparking between us.

He took his hand away and I ached from the emptiness, then slowly he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean of my juices. My hips shifted involuntarily seeking him.

“Fuck me, T-Bone. I want to feel you inside me,” I said, my voice hoarse with need.

He gave another wolfish grin as he rolled his hips causing his cock to rub along my clit, “So fucking wet.”

When he finally pushed into me, it wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate. Intimate. His eyes locked on mine, like he needed to watch my face, needed tofeelevery inch of me take him in. My hands gripped his back, my nails digging into muscle, my legs wrapping around him as he began to move.

The rhythm built slowly at first—deep, dragging strokes that made me gasp and cling to him. He kissed me between every breath, his mouth trailing across my cheek, my jaw, my shoulder, whispering my name like a promise.

We moved together like we’d done this a thousand times. Like we’d been made to find each other here, in this moment. The build of the orgasm inside me grew sharp and desperate, fire curling low and tight. I could feel him shaking above me, barely holding on.

“I love you,” I gasped, voice breaking.

His mouth found mine again. “Forever, baby.”

The world splintered apart as pleasure ripped through me, fierce and shattering. I cried out his name, and he followed a heartbeat later, groaning low as he collapsed against me, breathless and trembling.

We lay tangled in each other afterward, our skin slick and hearts racing. His hand found mine between us and laced our fingers together, the new ring warm on my finger, pressed between our palms.

The city lights still burned outside the window, bright and wild.

But here in this bed, in his arms, I had everything I needed.

The End