Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)(80)

Threading my hands into his hair, I writhed in his arms as my br**sts brushed against his chest. The pulse between my legs grew more intense with each stroke of Krit’s tongue.

“Fuck, love. You’re soaking my boxers. So damn hot,” he murmured against my lips.

He kissed me like I was some rare savory treat, and I wondered if any woman had ever felt this perfect euphoria or if being owned by Krit Corbin was the only way to experience this.

“Wait. Stop,” Krit said as he broke the kiss.

I didn’t want to wait. I nuzzled his neck and kept his hard length cradled tightly against my needy heat.

“Shit, love. I’m gonna . . . just give me a minute. I need—” He stopped when I began rocking on his lap. “Fuck. Yeah.”

I was suddenly being thrown through the air. Krit pressed me back onto the sofa as his gaze scorched my body while he yanked off his boxers with one hand.

I lifted my leg and threw it over the back of the sofa, opening for him. It only made the flames in his eyes burn brighter. Knowing I had made him turn into this made me quiver with anticipation. I knew how he would make me feel. The blissful wonder he would take me to was addictive. Krit Corbin had managed to make me an addict too. I was as addicted to this man as he was to me.

Instead of grabbing me and plunging into me, he eased over me, his eyes still locked on mine. Then slowly he began to press until he entered me with a gentle stroke. Gasping, I reached over my head and grabbed the armrest.

His eyes dropped for a minute to my chest. The tip of his tongue came out and licked his lips. “Exquisite tits, love. My f**king stunning tits.”

I gasped and heaved a sigh, needing oxygen and knowing it would make them bounce and give his lusty gaze a tease.

Lowering his head, he pulled a nipple into his mouth while he slowly began to slide back out of me. Then, just as he got everything but the tip out, he plunged back inside with a groan that curled my toes. “Love this. Can’t live without it,” he panted, then moved to give my other breast the same attention.

With each luscious rock of his hips, he whispered in my ear how much he loved me. “You’re my girl. I love you. So damn beautiful.”

When he began telling me how precious I was to him, I crashed into the stars, and it felt like I was flying.

Krit

When we’re old and we have to tell the story to our kids and grandkids about how I asked Blythe to marry me, I’ll have to come up with a PG version to share with them. But damn, the x-rated version was so much better.

Blythe’s dark hair was curled around her shoulders and splayed across my chest as she slept in my arms. After I had loved my girl thoroughly on the sofa, I’d picked her up and brought her in here to do it again. We constantly had hot, wild sex where she clawed me and I talked dirty to her. But it wasn’t often I took my time and let her know just how she had changed my life. How loving her was the best damn thing that had ever happened to me.

I decided I liked it. A f**king lot.

She was exhausted now and curled up in my arms. This was a perfection I never wanted to lose. I’d fight my entire life to keep it. Reaching for her left hand, I took the ring in my hand and slipped it onto the delicate finger that I’d sucked on earlier.

Blythe’s eyes fluttered and finally opened. She wasn’t looking at me but at her hand, now displaying the ring I had picked out just for her. Only her.

Grinning, I watched as she held her hand up and tilted her hand, watching the diamond sparkle against the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

She bit her bottom lip, and a smile tugged on her lips when she finally turned her eyes to me. “Yes, yes, yes,” she said, then giggled.

“You already told me yes, love,” I said as I bent my head to kiss her lips.

“I like saying it,” she replied.

I paused. “Really? ’Cause I can think of a lot of things I’d like you to say yes to. Might start testing that theory real soon.”

“Yes,” she repeated.

My life was going to be f**king amazing.

Dewayne and Sienna from Hold On Tight

Dewayne

A sound no man wants to wake up to jerked me out of my sleep. As I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up, the sickening hurl came again. Throwing back the covers, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to find Sienna holding her hair back as she hugged the toilet.

I moved fast, grabbing a cloth and wetting it while reaching to take Sienna’s hair for her so she could hold the toilet with both hands. I gave the cloth a one-handed squeeze.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked, frustrated that she’d been in here throwing up all alone.

“Don’t. You don’t want to see this,” she said with a groan.

“You’re right I don’t want to see you sick, but I sure as f**k ain’t gonna let you be sick alone.”

She eased away from the toilet. I reached over and flushed, then dropped to my knees and started cleaning her face with the cloth in my hands. She was pale but she had a relieved look in her eyes as she gave me a small smile.

“Thanks. I’m better now. I just woke up and went to make coffee, and when I smelled it, I got sick,” she said, then dropped her eyes as if she couldn’t look at me.

I stood up and reached down to help her get up too. “Let’s get you back to bed. I’ll call Hillary and tell her you won’t be in today.”