“I have something for you,” I say.
Her gaze dips to the tent in my pants. “I’d say you have.”
I laugh.
The small box with her gift is burning a hole in my back pocket, but my control is slipping away. Later. I tug on her blouse, and she lifts her arms, helping me bare her.
She lies back down and gazes at me under her lashes. Her curves are hypnotic, the swell of her breasts, the dark areolas, her narrow waist and the dip of her navel, the flare of her hips.
The fine white lines on her stomach now make sense, and I discover finer ones on the sides of her breasts. Stretch marks.
She’s the prettiest girl on Earth.
“What?” she murmurs.
“You’re just…” I shake my head. “Incredible. Beautiful. More than I deserve.”
She reaches for me, gets a good hold on the back of my neck and pulls me down, so she can kiss me. “You deserve me. You deserve this.” Her hand trails down my chest, over the bandage of the tattoo, and cups my aching cock.
“Ugh,” I say coherently and thrust into her hand, my ears filled with a buzzing sound. “Fuck.”
“And I deserve you,” she goes on, kneading my dick, and I’m about to come in my pants if she doesn’t stop. “Because I’m happy with you.”
Hell. I grab her hand and force it on the mattress by her head, then bend over her and silence her with a kiss. Her hands fumble with my shirt, and I rip it over my head impatiently.
“Tyler?” She touches the bandage on my chest. “What’s this?”
I look down at it, then shrug. “A dragon.”
Her eyes widen. “Can I see?”
I peel off the tape, then tear the bandage off and hiss. On the gauze, the shape of the dragon is imprinted in my blood, and the smell of it makes my stomach roil.
As if reading my thoughts, Erin sits up, takes the gauze from my hand and throws it into a can by her bedside. Then she runs her hands along my ribs, making me shiver. “It’s an impressive design.”
It’s quite cool, now that I finally take a good look at it. It covers my scar and curls around my navel.
“Survival,” she whispers the word—the same word Zane spoke.
This is getting too damn solemn for me. I survived, and Erin says she deserves me—all of me—so I’m gonna give her what she deserves.
I grab her wrists and lift them to place a kiss on each palm. Then I reach down to unbuckle my belt, and she beats me to it, deftly pulling it off and opening my fly. Her small hands send bolts of electricity through my dick, tightening my balls. I lean back, propped on my hands, and watch as she unzips my jeans carefully, obviously aware my cock is molded to them from the inside.
My eyes half-close in relief when she pushes my jeans down, then my briefs, freeing my erection. It slams against my stomach, and I hiss at the sting of pain/pleasure.
I grab my dick, press hard, and struggle to keep myself from coming so soon. I breathe in and out, grit my teeth, and I think I’m gonna stave off the explosion—when I feel wet heat closing around the head of my cock, and I groan helplessly, my hips jerking.
“Erin…” She’s mouthing my dick like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, licking and sucking. At this rate, I won’t last not even ten seconds.
So no matter how much I’d love to come in her hot, sweet mouth, I put a hand on her shoulder and nudge her off me.
A hurt expression crosses her face, but I don’t give her time to say anything. I kick off my jeans and briefs all the way and wrap myself around her. I suck on her mouth as I guide the tip of my cock inside her wet folds, pushing slowly and steadily.
Fucking hell. I moan in her mouth. So tight, so hot, Christ. She cries out in my mouth when I thrust up and enter her completely, and I pant, my vision darkening for a second.
I’ve never been so hard in my life. My whole body strains as I rock inside her. I lower my head and suckle her nipples, feeling her clamping down around me. Her breathing is coming in gasps, and her arms are around my back, her short nails clawing at me. It feels so damn good.
I kiss my way up her neck, and she presses open-mouthed kisses on my lips, panting harshly. She’s so wet, her inner walls rippling, massaging my cock, until I can’t take it anymore. Gasping, I lay her back down, and I arch over her, rocking into her heat, faster and faster. Her pelvis lifts, and she starts to shake, clenching around my cock so hard I see stars.