Page 101 of Fierce-Baker

He cupped them both, one in each hand, and his lips moved side to side as if trying to decide which one to latch onto first.

She didn’t care. She just wanted him to pick one and get to work.

He did. He never left her wanting. Waiting. Or feeling as if she weren’t enough.

Her back arched, his fingers gripped her tighter, held her in place by the tender flesh, the touch of pain almost as pleasurable as his tongue darting around and stabbing at her hardened peak. His warm breath on the cool air.

“Baker?”

“Mmm,” he mumbled.

“I’m on the pill if you’re okay with it?”

His mouth released her with a smacking sound as if he’d just popped the best tasting lollipop out of his mouth.

“I am if you are.”

She crawled into his lap before he could move, his feet still on the floor, her legs around his hips, lining them up to fit perfectly like they always were.

His hands went to her hips, sliding her down, her wet heat covering him, the skin to skin, the tightness no longer there like it was months ago.

It was as if her body saw him and was immediately ready. Every. Single. Time.

She moved with him, the rhythm instinctive, his hands guiding her hips, steady and sure, keeping her grounded even as everything inside her felt weightless. Not that she doubted him for a second. He had her. He always would.

Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him down until her mouth met his. Their kiss was deep and unrestrained, their breaths mingling, their bodies pressed together in a way that left no room for doubt or distance.

Heat built between them, their skin slick, and the world narrowed until there was nothing but the connection they were creating.

Nothing about what she shared with Baker made her want to hide. There was no shame here, no instinct to tuck it away and pretend it wasn’t real.

What he made her feel was something she’d waited far too long to claim.

If she had her way, she’d cry out to the world.

He lifted her then, standing effortlessly, her legs locking around him as she held on, trusting him completely. Letting him take the lead and fuck her like she’d never been fucked before.

Like no man had ever been able to support her.

She let herself surrender to the moment, to the ache and the want and the way he seemed to know exactly what she needed without her saying a word.

He was jerking in and out of her. Short jabs of pleasure. Skin slapping skin.

Every movement pulled her deeper into him.

Every breath felt shared between them.

She was building. She was climbing. She was ready to come undone all over him.

“That’s it,” he said. “Hang on tight. I’ve got you.”

His hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as if it would help him find that right spot.

Every spot was right with him. Every move he made.

The deepness of him in her, the feeling of wet silk filling her.

“Don’t stop,” she screeched. “I’m right there. Right now!”