Page 82 of Forget Me Not
“Already locked,” he spoke the words into her mouth, refusing to allow any more space between them.
She kept pushing him back until his thighs bumped into something solid. The island. Bastien’s brows shot into his hairline just as Syve two-hand shoved him, pushing him to his back on the countertop and leaving his lower legs dangling.
“You look good as the predator,” he growled low as she dragged her nails down through the hair on his chest to his jeans, quickly flicking open the button and dropping the zipper.
“You know what would look good onyou?” she asked, peeling his pants and boxers both down to his knees, a groan slipping through his teeth at the immediate relief.
He raised his arm, slipping it under his head to prop himself up so he could look down his body and see her. The animalistic hunger in her eyes almost made him blow his load right then and there.
“If the answer to that question isn’t you, I’m going to be a little disappointed,” he teased.
She grinned deviously, raising a brow at him.
“I guess we’re about to find out.”
She crawled onto him, straddling his hips, her warm center hovering above him. He watched her reverently as she unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall down her shoulders, leaving her in nothing save a simple gray bra.
“God, Bambi. You’re a fucking work of art,” he praised, sliding his free hand up her thigh to grasp her hip.
With a breathy laugh, she popped the clasp of the bra and flung it to the side.
“Bastien.”
With no small amount of effort, he dragged his gaze from her perfect tits to her face.
“I love you.”
A shudder wracked his body and he wasn’t sure if it was from her words, or the firm grasp she now had on his cock.
Words threatened to fail him as she aligned herself with him.
“Bambi, wait.”
“IUD. It’s been two years, and I’m clean. Please don’t make me wait any longer. I want you. Ineedyou.”
Rapidly nodding, he croaked out, “Okay.”
And down she sank.
Her head fell back as her hips slammed flush with his, lolling to the side so she could meet his hooded stare.
Self-restraint left him and he bucked his hips, smirking when she moaned in return.
She leaned down, nipping at his lip before scolding him. “Uh-uh, I’m in charge right now, not you. So be a good boy, and let me use you.”
“Fuck, Syve. Keep talking likethatand feeling likethisand I won’t last much longer,” he warned, very quickly realizing that was the wrong thing to say.
The devious glint in her eyes screamedchallenge acceptedand he knew he was screwed.Literally.
“You can make it up to me later.” She sat back up. “Again, and again andagain.” Each word emphasized with a strong roll of her hips. Syve continued to rock against him, granting him mercy when she took him by the wrist, guiding his hand to her breast.
He took the invitation greedily, removing his arm from under his head so as not to leave a nipple neglected.
“Syve,” he begged as she sped up, fingers sliding through his chest hair, nails digging into his muscular chest. “Syve!”
“Come with me, Bas,” she demanded.
He required no further instruction, as he felt her shutter and clench around him, tipping him instantly over the edge. He came so hard his ears rang and his jaw ached from praying her name through clenched teeth.
