Sweet Sinful Nights(69)

His eyes sparkled, full of a passion that matched hers. He clasped her hand and kissed her palm, and when he looked at her, he was grinning like a fool in love too. “Yes. I believe it’s possible. Because I’m madly in love with you. I never stopped, Shannon. I never stopped loving you. Not once. You are the only one for me.”

Happiness raced through her veins. Hope flooded her body. Love was all she felt. Heart, mind, and body, she was all in. “You’re the only man I want. Let’s stay together this time. I want to be with you.”

“I’m never letting you slip away from me again,” he said, as he brushed his thumb along her cheek. “You belong with me.”

“I know,” she said on a nod. “I do. Everything feels right being back with you.”

“We’re going to keep it that way. I promise.”

“I promise, too,” she echoed as she held his face, not wanting to look away, not wanting to break the hold he had on her. “Fuck me, take me, make love to me,” she said in a hot whisper.

“It is always all three, babe. I assure you when I f*ck you, you are always the woman I love. You always have been. You always will be,” he said as he pushed up her skirt and yanked off her panties. She ached between her legs, pulsing with heat and want.

He gazed hungrily at her. “Beautiful,” he murmured on a low rumble, f*cking her with his eyes, his hot stare making her wetter. He unzipped his pants and pushed down his briefs, freeing his gorgeous cock. It was beautiful—long, thick, hard—and she knew what it could do. She knew the depths of pleasure he alone could deliver. She was schooled in the way his cock could take her to heaven and back.

He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh, and she trembled with desire, watching the path of his hand. He mesmerized her as he slid his finger through her folds. A current surged through her from his caress. Then she turned fever hot as he took his hand away and spread her wetness along his shaft.

“You’re so f*cking turned on, I can coat myself in you,” he said, rubbing her slickness on his hard length.

Her mouth watered as she watched him stroke himself with her arousal. He groaned savagely as he spread her heat on the head, then back down all along his length. “I could get off like this right now. With your wetness on my cock. I want more of it. I want you all over my dick,” he said, going in for a second round, brushing his fingers across her hot center then returning to his cock. His eyes floated closed as he stroked—a long, lingering, tantalizing stroke meant to tease her to the point of no return.

It worked. Oh hell, it worked. She was an inferno.

She couldn’t wait. Seconds seemed too long. She had to have him inside her. “Please,” she begged, as he rubbed the head of his cock across her now, teasing her with that first touch, tempting her with so much more. She desperately longed to feel him slide into her. To have him so deep inside her that the world faded away, that day shaded into night, and night melted into day. And that this—the connection between the two of them, the intensity of their need for each other that spanned years—became all that existed.

Because this was everything good in the world.

Then it hit her. “Condom,” she said, crisply. “We need a condom.”

He furrowed his brow. “I thought you were on—”

She didn’t want to have this conversation. Didn’t want to even tread near it. “I am. But can we just use—”

He cut her off. “Say no more,” he said, grabbing his wallet and finding one quickly. He rolled it on. “Spread your legs on my desk so I can see those shoes.”

She obliged, hooking her spikes on the edge of his desk, opening her legs wide for him.

“Mmm... these legs,” he murmured, running a hand from her knee to her thigh. “In these stockings. And this skirt.” He pushed her skirt all the way to her waist so it bunched up. “And this beautiful, perfect * just for me.”

He teased at her entrance, sliding the head along her slick heat. “Take me,” she said, a flush darkening her chest as her nipples hardened to tight peaks. “Take me now.”

Every atom in her buzzed. Her cells were no longer made of molecules. They were comprised of desire and lust. There was no more waiting, no more time. She needed only this, only now. Mercifully, he sank into her.

“Oh God,” she cried out, and roped her arms around his neck. His eyes blazed darkly at her, so hot, so full of the same raw and primal need. He stilled himself when he was all the way in, letting her feel him, letting her adjust to his size.

“It feels so good,” she moaned. “I want you so much.”

“I have never wanted anyone like this,” he said, moving in her.

“Me, too,” she said, gasping with each thrust.

“I have never been so in love.”

She gripped his neck, dug her nails into his skin. “Never. I’ve never felt like this.” Her world spun silver and gold. The intensity of him inside her drove her wild. Her heart beat in a frenzy.

“I f*cking love you more than I did the first time,” he said on a powerful thrust. Her head fell back on her shoulders and she squeezed her eyes closed. She rocked her hips up into him, chasing even more pleasure.

“The same,” she said, barely able to form words anymore. The fire roared through her, her center an inferno. “I feel the same.”