The Best Kind of Trouble
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Once she’d come down a little, he bent to lick up her neck, tasting her skin. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Gotta give you something to use the next time you’re in a hotel room without me.”
He laughed, changing his angle, so impossibly deep inside her, they both gasped. “That’s the way. I want all of you.”
She reached up to cup his cheek. “You have all of me. I love you.”
And he planned to spend every day for the rest of his life deserving that gift.
She loved it when he took her like this. When he poured all his desire into his gaze, into the way he touched her, possessive and wild but gentle at the same time.
This man would hurt her again, she knew. She’d hurt him, too. They’d step on one another’s feelings, sometimes on purpose but mostly by accident. But they’d get through it.
Because he saw her in ways no one else did. And that was a gift.
He was close, but she was rising again, halfway there because he’d stripped her bare and loved what he found, wounds and triggers and all.
He pulled one of her legs up over his hip, turning her a little sideways, getting deep in rolling thrusts. She gasped at all the places he brought to life each time he plunged into her body. And that was before he wet his fingertips in his mouth and found her clit.
“Not alone. You come with me.”
She couldn’t deny him; instead, she tightened around him, concentrating, and when it hit, it was a bone-deep wave of sensation that started at her toes.
He cursed under his breath then. “So damned good. Never want this to end.”
He thrust harder and faster until he gripped her tight, holding her, staying deep as he fell into his own climax.
Long moments later, he fell to the bed next to her, pulling her close after he brought the comforter up over them. “Makeup sex is not overrated.”
She smiled and let herself know she was loved and that this was good.
“Gotta give you something to use the next time you’re in a hotel room without me.”
He laughed, changing his angle, so impossibly deep inside her, they both gasped. “That’s the way. I want all of you.”
She reached up to cup his cheek. “You have all of me. I love you.”
And he planned to spend every day for the rest of his life deserving that gift.
She loved it when he took her like this. When he poured all his desire into his gaze, into the way he touched her, possessive and wild but gentle at the same time.
This man would hurt her again, she knew. She’d hurt him, too. They’d step on one another’s feelings, sometimes on purpose but mostly by accident. But they’d get through it.
Because he saw her in ways no one else did. And that was a gift.
He was close, but she was rising again, halfway there because he’d stripped her bare and loved what he found, wounds and triggers and all.
He pulled one of her legs up over his hip, turning her a little sideways, getting deep in rolling thrusts. She gasped at all the places he brought to life each time he plunged into her body. And that was before he wet his fingertips in his mouth and found her clit.
“Not alone. You come with me.”
She couldn’t deny him; instead, she tightened around him, concentrating, and when it hit, it was a bone-deep wave of sensation that started at her toes.
He cursed under his breath then. “So damned good. Never want this to end.”
He thrust harder and faster until he gripped her tight, holding her, staying deep as he fell into his own climax.
Long moments later, he fell to the bed next to her, pulling her close after he brought the comforter up over them. “Makeup sex is not overrated.”
She smiled and let herself know she was loved and that this was good.
