Page 67 of Black Sheep
He releases his hold on my ass to lean forward and press his forehead to mine for a second. “No. You can take it. Take more. Own it, baby. It’s fucking yours.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “Just like I am. Take me. All of me.”
I blink and his close-up features turn hazy, but I see everything I need to see. His eyes are clear and filled with desire forme.
“Whatever you want,” I mumble. “Anything.”
“That’s my girl. Now fucking come for me.”
He pulls back and unleashes one last torrent of powerful strokes that ignite every nerve ending in my body.
“Ahhh! Oh my God—Cannon!” My cry echoes off the high ceilings, enveloping us both as I lose myself into the unbelievable rush of sensations. My heart hammering, legs shaking, I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
Through the static in my ears, I hear Cannon roar one word.
“Mine!”
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Her head lolls to one side as I brace myself over her body, beads of sweat rolling down my chest. My heart threatens to explode, but I can’t stop. Won’t stop. Not until she understands, in the best way I can tell her, that this isn’t a game anymore. This isn’t us putting on a show to keep her safe from Dom.
This isus. Me and the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met. The woman who might just have ruined me for all others. But at least, if I’m lucky, I’ve done the same for her.
She’s mine.
That’s nonnegotiable.
I may not know every goddamned thing about her, but I know enough to make my decision. Everything else comes second to following my instincts, and they laid claim to her the moment she walked through the door.
I tried to resist it. Push it away. Tell myself she was off-limits, but I should have known I couldn’t fight it.
Dipping my head from where it hangs above her chest, I press a kiss to her jaw. “I’ll get you a washcloth, baby. Stay right here.”
I start to pull out, but her limp hand lifts off the covers and grips my forearm. “Not yet. Please. Just ... stay a second.”
I drop another kiss at the corner of her mouth. “You like being full of me?”
Her hips shift, and she presses me back inside.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Finally, her eyes open, and those piercing turquoise-blue irises stare back at me. “You can take that as a hell yes.” Then her lids drift closed, and I know she’s moments away from dropping off into an exhausted sleep.
I can handle that.
After another thirty seconds, I pull out and she doesn’t protest. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm.Asleep.
I can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of my mouth as I glance in the bathroom mirror and then dispose of the condom.
“She’s the one,” I whisper to no one in particular, but that’s because the words are for someone very specific—my mother.
She told me I’d know, without a shadow of a doubt, when I mether. I never believed my overly romantic mother because I chalked up the sentiment to her being too young when Dom swept her off her feet. At least, I didn’t believe her until this very moment. I’ve stayed alive by following my gut, and it’s never led me astray, so I have to believe it now.
She’s the one. This is it.
After wetting a washcloth with warm water, I move quietly back into the bedroom where Drew is still sleeping. She’s out, not even waking up when I gently clean her up and then move her onto a pillow. Once she’s tucked beneath the sheet and comforter, I press a kiss to her forehead.
“Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here.”
