Page 128 of Temptation
She turned in his arms. His hand slid from between her legs. Her hands curled over his shoulders. Her gaze held his. She straddled him, knees pushing down on either side of him in the oversize chair. “I want you,” she said again.
He would always want her. “Condoms are upstairs.”
“I know. But I’m on birth control. One day, if we want, after we’re married and we’ve had several years to just be us, we can have kids.”
“You’d…want a baby with me?” Halting. Worried. Preston shook his head. “No, the baby will be?—”
“You’re not going to hurt your child. You’re not going to lock him in a closet, not going to bury him alive in the ground. You’re going to protect that child, with every bit of your being.”
Yes, he would.
“You will protect that child the same way you will always protect me. I have no doubt of that. The child will be loved. The child will be treasured.”
Yes.
“Our family will come,” she told him, sounding so confident. “We can have a baby, we can adopt, we can do both—we can do whatever is right for us. But for now, it’s you and it’s me. And I want you inside of me.”
That was where he wanted to be. Where he needed to be.
He positioned his dick. The broad head dipped inside of her.
She kept her grip on his shoulders as she eased her body down. Down. Down.
Moment by moment. Breath by breath. Bit by bit. Until she was lodged fully on his dick. Until he stretched every single inch of her. Until he could feel her all around him.
“I feel you with every breath,” she murmured. “Inside, out, everywhere. You are all I know.” Sloane leaned forward. Her mouth pressed to his. “You are all I want.” Her tongue slid past his lips. She tasted him.
He fucked her.
His hands lifted her up. Brought her back down. Soft, careful movements that turned faster. Harder. Stronger.
Up and down.
Her mouth pulled from his. His lips pressed to her neck. He could feel her racing pulse beneath his lips.
Alive. Warm. Soft. Sensual.
Mine.
One of his hands slid between their bodies. Pushed hard over her clit. Rubbed. Faster.
She jerked. Arched. Her breathing came harder.
Up and down. Taking in every single inch of him.
Driving. Pounding.
Loving.
She came around him, her inner muscles clamping fiercely around his cock. Her climax drove him over the edge. There was no stopping. There was only pleasure. His cock pumping into her endlessly. A release that detonated through him. That swept everything else away and then there was only?—
Heaven.
Heaven was wherever his angel was.
She collapsed against his chest. All silken skin. Strawberries.
His arms closed around her as he kept her close. His heartbeat pounded in his ears even as his cock remained lodged inside of her. He’d get hard again soon—hell, he was already getting hard—and he’d take her again. And again. And again.
