She’sright.
But there is something we do need, something that has my abs clenching, my entire body aware of every inch ofhers.
“Tell me again,” Imutter.
“I love you.” Annie’s response is instant, her gaze searching as if the answer I gave her is only part of what she’s lookingfor.
She’s mine—her heart, her soul, her body. I know it, but I want to prove it, want to show her I’m hers every bit asmuch.
My mouth claims hers, possessive and needy at once. She shifts up on her toes, wraps her arms around my neck, and crushes herself against me. Her body heat through the dampness of her T-shirt turns the fire inside me into ablaze.
She’s as hungry as I am, teasing my tongue with hers, dragging her nails across my scalp in a way that has megroaning.
I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bed, dropping her on the covers. In an instant, she’s on her knees to meet me, reaching for myclothes.
I’m already hard for her. On a growl, I catch the backs of her thighs so she falls back on the mattress, and I follow herdown.
My mouth drops to her waist, and I lift the hem of her shirt, pressing kisses against her hip at the edge of herpanties.
I kiss my way up her ribcage. When I can’t go any farther, I grasp the hem of her shirt and tug it over herhead.
I take in every inch of flushed skin. I’m going to memorize the scent of her, the taste. I’m going to touch her until it’s what she expects, until every second I’m not touching her, she’s looking forme.
When I drop my mouth to her breast and suck, the way she fucking bows against my mouth says I’m on the rightpath.
I tease her for as long as we both can take it. Her hands are in my hair, dragging me closer, a demanding contrast to her soft floral scent and warmskin.
She’s sweet and greedy, vulnerable andunconquerable.
I’m going to fuck this girl until she’s ruined for anyoneelse.
My fingers slip between her legs, rubbing the panel of herpanties.
It’ssoaked.
“Oh shit,Tyler.”
My mouth is at her ear, my body flush with hers so I can absorb every shiver, every shudder, every muscle straining to get closer. “Say itagain.”
“Tyler.”
I shove two fingers under her panties and press them inside herheat.
Annie’s head falls back on the pillow, her damp hair fanned across the white sheets. She’s my mermaid, my siren, the woman whose call I’ll answer when I’mdead.
“I see you, Six,” I mutter as I stroke her, finding that spot inside that makes her gasp. “I don’t care where you’re going as long as I go withyou.”
When I rub a circle over her clit, she says my name as if she’s trying to finish a marathon and I’m the only hope of getting her through. Her nails dig into my biceps hard enough to leavemarks.
Her touch grazes my abs above my jeans, her gaze meeting mine from under her half-loweredlashes.
The sound of my zipper and the brush of her fingers against my cock through my boxer briefs is a warning.She’s writhing and panting with every stroke, and when she wraps her hand around my cock, I swear she getswetter.
My abs clench, and I’m leaking all over her. I want her hands, her lips, her pussy—all of it, a never-ending carousel until we’re both dizzy andspent.
But there’s something I needfirst.
Her breath is a shallow pant, and my teeth find her earlobe, tugging hard enough sheshakes.