Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(20)

Loved.

“Baby,” he groaned, fisting my hair, pulling on it painfully. “Fuuuck…me…”

He exploded, and I took it all, whimpering desperate, greedy little whimpers, already wanting more. I wanted to own this man’s body, this man’s innate sexuality. I wanted to own this man.

I stared up at him through my wet lashes, trembling, my body quaking under the onslaught of need. For him.

“Eva, baby, f*ck, do you know what you f*ckin’ do to me?” He bent down to cup my cheeks and ran the pads of his thumbs over my fluttering eyelids.

“You make me insane,” I breathed. God, he so did.

“Babe,” he rasped. “Yeah.”

Scooping me up, he carried me to his black leather couch and stripped me naked, divested himself of his jeans, and bent me over the arm of the couch. He settled himself between my legs, lifted my hips, and leaned down over me. His chest pressed against my head, his stomach rubbed against my back, and his growing erection was pushing into me.

We were blessedly bared to each other. We were skin on skin.

Your mother holds you skin on skin when you enter this world and feeds you with her own body, skin on skin. Your father runs his fingers over your tear-streaked cheek, presses his lips to your forehead, skin on skin. You make love, skin on skin, with a man you love, a beautiful man. And then, if you’re lucky, your own baby will enter this world, and you’ll hold her, skin on skin. Feed her with your own body, skin on skin. It’s a magical thing.

Nothing compares.

“Gonna f*ck you now, baby.”

“Yes, please,” I whispered.

He pushed inside of me, and my breath caught. He withdrew and pushed back in, this time harder, this time going farther. I whimpered.

“Babe,” he rasped. “So goddamn tight.”

“Only you,” I breathed. “No one else since you.”

He sucked in a breath. “Christ, Eva. What the f*ck did I do to deserve you?”

“You’re you,” I whimpered.

He pulled out and again pushed in. We both groaned.

“Goddamn your f*ckin’ body, so f*ckin’ hot, baby.”

He pulled out again, and again he pushed in a little farther. I pushed back, trying to take him deeper.

“So f*ckin’ sweet and wantin’ an * like me.”

His hips swiveled, grinding into me, causing me to moan. He did this four more times before pulling away and thrusting roughly. It was all I needed. My body blossomed for him, stretched and spread, allowing him to seat himself fully inside of me.

“Not carin’ that I got shit to give you. You just wantin’ me for me and not the club and not the f*ckin’ money, just straight up wantin’ me.”

He pulled out and slammed back inside of me. I dug my fingernails deep into the leather and cried out.

“Fuck me,” he rasped, his hips pumping back and forth, in and out of me, excruciatingly slow. “You f*ckin’ show up out of nowhere, lying, saying you were in the neighborhood and standin’ in my office wearing my old man’s tag, always wearing my old man’s tag, and drop straight to your f*ckin’ knees.”

He stilled, and I squirmed until his fingertips bit painfully into the skin on my hips and held me still. “You want it hard, baby?” he whispered. “Or you want it slow?”

“Hard,” I breathed.

“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “You want me to own you, don’t you, baby? You been waitin’ for me to own you for a long time now, haven’t you?”

Oh my God, my heart was going to explode. I wanted this man so bad. I wanted him to own me. All of me. Every. Single. Inch.

I shuddered with need. “Yes, Deuce.”

“Sweet f*ckin’ girl,” he rasped and thrust hard and deep. “Sweet and beautiful.” He thrust again, harder.

“Please,” I moaned. “More.”

He gripped my hips. “Anything you want, darlin’. Anything you f*ckin’ want.”

“You,” I whispered. “All I want is you.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck.”

Then he gave me everything I wanted, and he gave it to me hard.

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Cradled in Deuce’s arms, I stared up at him with unfocused eyes, my sated body limp and heavy. He ran his hand down the side of my face, down my neck, across my collarbone, and over my breasts.

I arched my back, pushing more of me into his hand.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, thumbing my nipples, making them hard. His other hand slid down my stomach and in between my hipbones where his fingers traced my indented abdomen.

“Know I don’t deserve nothin’ as sweet as you,” he whispered darkly as his hand dipped in between my legs. “Anything a man’s gotta steal to have he don’t deserve.”

“You didn’t steal this,” I breathed, writhing against his hand. “I gave it.”

His blue eyes glittered with amusement. “Naive, darlin’,” he murmured. “I stole you a long time ago. ’Round the time you f*ckin’ stole me.”

You f*ckin’ stole me.

He just said that. He really, really said that.

“I love you,” I breathed into his mouth, overcome by sheer sensation and the larger-than-life force that was Deuce.