But I did now. I wanted to sit back and see where I’d been on her body. I wanted to know that someone else could see the evidence of what this felt like. In the red lines she’d leave on my back. The marks on her neck and chest and thighs from my mouth.
There should be proof that it felt this good. A record that chemistry like this wasn’t some unreachable, imagined concept.
We hadn’t imagined this.
I kissed her deep and slow, rolling against her in short teasing curls of my hips. She canted her body to bring me in, and I sucked at the skin under her jaw.
“Patience,” I whispered. “Let it drive you crazy first.”
“I’ve been so fucking patient,” she moaned. “So very, very patient. Please.”
I chuckled, and she gripped my ass in her hands, trying to tug me forward into the scalding heat of her body.
Again, I sat up on my haunches, kneeling between her legs as my hands wrapped tight around her hips, my fingers pressing down into the soft flesh of her thighs.
“Come down to me,” she begged.
“I will,” I promised, watching her face for a moment. “I want to see you, just for a second.”
My hands ghosted over the sides of her waist, up over her breasts, down along her ribs and to the tops of her thighs.
She was perfect. And tonight, she was mine.
It was that thought that had me taking myself in hand, watching with dark, roaring satisfaction as her eyes lit with mindless expectation.
I wanted this to ruin her for anyone else. It was a jealous thought, something proprietary and greedy that I’d never felt before. But I wanted to be ruined in the exact same way, more than I already was.
Adaline arched her spine in a helpless movement, sighing when I slow, slow, slowly pushed inside her.
It was relief stamped over the finely carved features on her face, a pinch of pain when I couldn’t go any further. Her stomach quivered, and I held my spread fingers over the soft skin there. My eyes closed as I let the sensation flood me, thundering through my blood while I held so very still.
“So good,” I whispered. From the tips of my fingers to the heat rushing along my scalp, I could feel her. This is what I’d been looking for and never would have found anywhere else.
“Come here,” she begged.
I did. I stretched my full weight over her body, a groan tearing from my chest at how she fit underneath me.
I would never be able to resist her. Not anymore. And I should’ve felt a tug of caution when I realized it. But nothing was breaking through the mind-blistering pleasure of her body around mine when I pulled back, thrust back in one sure, hard stroke.
Adaline’s head tossed back, a gasp breaking free.
My arms curled around her shoulders, locking her in place, and I took her mouth in a furious kiss. It was messy, with teeth and tongues and a satisfied grunt that I couldn’t keep in.
Soft and sweet would come later, but it wasn’t now. With our bodies locked, her thighs tight against my side, I took her the way I wanted. The way my muscles screamed at me to take her.
Again and again and again, harder with each drive of my hips, until sweat slipped down my back.
She mewled with each snap of my body against hers, and when she tossed her head back again, teeth gritted, I knew she was close.
“You are perfect,” I said against her lips. “Show me again, pretty girl.”
Adaline rolled her hips up every time I thrust back into her, and with a throaty scream, she shattered again, a violent grip of pleasure that had white heat barreling down my spine.
I about blacked out from the force of it, and I wasn’t even sure what I shouted into her skin when I came.