Page 78 of Bonfire and Bliss Bookstore

I swallow down my cry and nod against his lips.

He smiles. “Good girl.”

The words are an accelerant on my already heated body. Pleasure drips between my legs and he’s able to slide in and out of me with more ease. With each thrust I sink deeper into the abyss, reveling in the pleasure of his weight above me and his cock inside me. I’m so full, I don’t want this to end.

“You feel so good,” I whisper.

Monty gives me a soft smile. “It doesn’t hurt too much?”

I shake my head.

“Think you can take me from above?”

I bite on my lip. He’ll see all of me if I’m on top. But I trust him, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.

He must see my decision written on my face because his lips hook up in a smile.

“Yeah, you can. You want to ride me, don’t you?” His voice is pure gravel. “Fuck, I want to watch your tits shake and feel you take me even deeper.”

I moan as he picks up his pace, thrusting deep inside me.

“Oh shit,” I hiss as an orgasm takes me by surprise. It’s quick and small but it washes over me and feels incredible.

Monty’s eyes never leave mine as he rolls us until I’m on top. From this angle he slips even deeper inside me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as I push up, allowing him to see every inch of me.

I brace a hand on his abdomen, taking the time to study him fully. In the light of the fire, I can see all the ink on his body. My gaze lands on the words of Hemingway just above his ribs and I run my fingertips across them.

“ ‘There is no friend as loyal as a book,’ ” I say aloud.

Monty nods. “You gave me that poster.”

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or upset that you think a book is more loyal than me.”

He laughs. “I promise, Xuxuzinho, the only thoughts I’ve ever had of you were good.”

I refocus on his chest, ignoring his soft tone and the way my heart tugs at his words. A maple tree and the flames of a bonfire dance across his chest, and an innate need to lean down and kiss the image takes over.

“Those were my favorite nights,” he rasps as I trace my lips over the design.

Emotion floods my veins and I try not to let myself believe he tattooed his chest because those nights meant as much to him as they did to me. That he didn’t tattoo his body, like I named my store, in celebration of a time and a place and a person that summed up everything I’ve ever known about romance, about love.

But when his hand goes to my chin and he tilts my face up to his, I feel like that just might be true.

“You are my favorite memory, my favorite thing about those nights. Maybe next time you can sit for a picture so I can have the artist put you right here where you belong.” He pats the spot below the tree, and I swear to God, I stop breathing.

Instead of trying to find the words to explain how I feel, I reach for Monty, taking his mouth in mine and moving above him.

“Fuck, Penny, you feel so fucking good,” he rasps against my mouth.

“Shhh, better figure out a way to keep you quiet.”

He chuckles as a dark look of determination sweeps across his face. A devastating smirk finds his lips as he fucks up into me, punishing my cocky attitude.

We both moan and our kisses become messier; our thrusts more erratic. He twists at my nipples, working to pull needy whines from me. Every time he succeeds, Monty smirks and I clamp my mouth shut, attempting to beat him at his own game.

But in the end, I’m no match for his cock. That thing is magic, and when he pushes me back and starts playing with my clit, his thumb moving in circles as he fucks up into me, I lose all sense of decency and come on a scream.