That’s what I want. To slowly, mindlessly, torturously make love to her.
So, I walk her to the bed and gently lay her down. Staring at her, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt up and over, then drop it on the floor. I shed the rest of my clothes, leaving me in nothing.
She kicks off her heels and then lowers her thong off her body. I grip the base of my cock and stroke it, growing harder as I take in the sight of the beautiful woman in front of me. The woman I love.
Her eyes on me, she bites the corner of her lip and then brings her hand between her legs. They fall open, and then she slips her fingers over her clit. I can see how wet she is, how ready.
“Do you wish I was touching you instead?”
She nods. “Yes. But I love watching you stroke your cock.” Her fingers slide with ease. “You’re so handsome, so powerful, Pike. You turn me on more than anyone ever has . . . just from the sight of you.”
Hell, when she says things like that . . .
I release my cock and lower my body onto hers, dragging one of her legs up and over my shoulder and positioning myself at her entrance.
My lips find hers, and for a few moments, I don’t move. I let her feel the tip of me play with her arousal while I tangle our tongues.
It’s slow.
There’s a rhythm.
There’s no need to rush.
I pull myself away for a brief moment to look her in the eyes as I position my cock and slowly push into her.
From the onslaught of my size and the rub of my piercings against her tight hole, her mouth falls open and her eyes squeeze shut.
“This will never get old,” she says once I’m fully inside of her. “This—you and me—it’ll never get old.”
“Never,” I answer, pulsing my hips as she sinks into our connection.
And for the first time in my life, I can honestly say I’m making love to the woman of my dreams.
There’s no turning back from here.
I’m all in with Cora.
She’s it.
And I’ll be damned if I let that be taken away from me, which is why I need to come up with an alternative to my pa’s ultimatum.
There has to be a solution, and I’m going to figure it out.
“Are you talking to your secret lover in here?” Cora asks, walking into the sparse bedroom of my townhome—well, our townhome.
“I hope to shit I’m not his secret lover,” Killian says on FaceTime.
“Is that your brother?” Cora asks.
I nod. “Yes. Checking on me to make sure I haven’t screwed things up with you. I was just telling him the big news.”
I’m resting on the windowsill of one of the large, almost floor-to-ceiling windows in the master bedroom, and Cora walks over and sits between my legs. I hold out the mobile so Killian can see the both of us.
“Hello, Cora,” Killian says with a smile that irritates me.
“Pull back the charm, Kill.”
“I think it’s sweet.” Cora twiddles her fingers at my brother. “Hello, Killian. Tell me, am I making a mistake by moving in with your brother? Should I be talking to you instead?”
I poke her side, causing her to laugh.
“Move in?” Killian asks. “I thought you two were already living together.”
“I would say Pike has been more of a squatter than anything.”
I kiss the side of Cora’s neck. “It worked, though, didn’t it?”
“Oddly enough. Then again, I think it’s common for captives to fall in love with their captors,” Cora says jokingly, causing Killian to laugh out loud.
“Cute,” I say.
“So, you’re moving in together, officially, by your own choosing, Cora?” Killian asks.
She nods. “Yes. Somehow, someway, I’ve fallen for this man, and we’re taking the next step, moving out of my sardine can and moving into his place.”
“Ah, yes, the brownstone. It’s quite lovely, isn’t it? When he moved, he took me on a tour through FaceTime.”
“Yes. I can’t believe he’s been hiding it all this time. A two-bedroom place, multiple floors, with balconies and a rooftop. We’ve been suffering in a two-by-two space, breathing on each other.”
“You paint a beautiful picture,” I say. Then to Killian, I add, “Cora is going to turn the second bedroom into her office and guest room, give her more room to get her work done—”
“And the rooftop, I’m turning into a topless yoga space.”
“Topless yoga, huh?”
“She isn’t,” I say. “The only topless things you’ll be doing are indoors.”