“Clint.”
“Answer the question, Rae.”
Then he spanked my ass softly, causing me to jump.
“Oh. I, uh… um… for as long as—I don’t know. I just always have.”
He nodded. “Kind of like my writing.”
“Uh huh.”
His fingers slid into the loops of my jeans. “Can you get a graphic design degree at a community college?”
He pulled me back into his rock hard girth and I moaned against the door.
“I don’t—I don’t know. I—I’m sure there are certificat—oh, Clint.”
“Focus, Rae. I’m trying to get to know you better.”
I groaned. “You’re trying to torture me.”
He chuckled. “Same difference.”
“I don’t—have it all quite planned. I guess I just—shit, Clint.”
“You guess you just what, beautiful?”
His hands slipped underneath my shirt. “You can’t do this to me. You’re just—”
He bit into my shoulder with a growl. “Just what?”
I whipped around, no longer able to contain myself. My back fell against the door as I cupped his cheeks, pulling h
is lips to mine. But he stopped just mere centimeters from my lips. I felt his hands fisting my shirt. Ready to draw it over my head. My eyes found his and I saw a fire behind them. A fire I hadn’t seen in weeks. I breathed the air he afforded me. I nuzzled my nose against his. And as his eyes closed, I heard emotion fill his voice.
“Whatever you want to do with your life, I’ll always support it.”
I love you. “Thank you, Clint.”
His eyes opened. “I’m serious.”
I love you. “I know.”
“Wherever you go and whatever you do, I’ll be cheering you on. From wherever I am.”
I love you so much. “Thank you, handsome.”
“And when I’m done with this beautiful body of yours, I want to talk through what your plans are. So we can get you progressing down a road you want to be on.”
I love you to the moon and back. “Sounds good to me.”
Our lips fell together and his hands gripped behind my thighs. He hoisted me against him, pinning me to the front door as his tongue fell down the back of my throat. He pulled me away, effortlessly carrying me up the steps and to my bedroom. I reached out with my hand to slam the door closed. I sucked on his lower lip as growls bubbled up his throat. My back fell to the mattress as he freed my hands from around his neck. He threaded our fingers together and pinned them above my head. He kissed down my cheek. My neck. My clothed chest and my stomach. I rocked against him as my thighs heated, waiting for him to strip me of my clothes.
And it took us no time to get one another naked.
He filled me with his girth and rocked against my body. He tossed my legs over his shoulders and pounded into me. My jaw unhinged, crying out in ecstasy as he took what he wanted. With me freely giving it to him. I gripped his hair and raked my nails down his back. I felt myself pouring onto him, coating him in my mark. Our pants filled the room. Our kisses grew sloppy as my legs slipped off his shoulders. He pulled out and flipped me around, raising my hips in the air. Contorting my body in all the ways he wanted before filling me.
Again.