She put on her new robe and waited for him to return to the bedroom. The soft, silky material reminded her of all the clothes she’d lost. Her entire collection of sexy lingerie had gone up in flames. She’d just have to start a new one. Excitement dashed through her when she thought of buying new sexy lingerie and modeling it for Ry. Tying her hair up in a knot, she paced the bedroom. Footsteps sounded down the hallway and headed her way, sending a rush of excitement through her.
Riel walked through the door with a tray. He’d cooked for her again. Could the man be any more perfect? Their gazes met and held. Lust flared bright in his eyes, spiking her temperature and making her heart flip.
While he placed the tray on the dresser, she tried to think of the best way to proceed. After debating for a moment, she decided honesty was her best course of action.
His nostrils flared, and he sniffed. She grinned. The color of his eyes turned into liquid gold. He knew she was aroused. Evidence her need dripped down her thighs. The fire that made her pussy clench and moisten, had given off her needy state.
Fascinated, her stomach flipped when his facial muscles tightened and his jaw clenched. With a leisurely stroll, she made her way toward him.
“Sam…”
She opened the tie around her waist that was holding her robe closed. The robe slipped down her body with a quiet swoosh and landed on the wood floor in a puddle of silky material. Her nipples pebbled into tight points, and another wave of moisture dripped from her pussy.
She draped her hands on the hard muscles of his stomach. Each of the tiny squares in his abs beckoned for her to lick at the tight skin. She smiled at his soft growl.
“I love you.” Saying the words wasn’t as hard as she thought.
His eyes widened. “Are you sure?” He gave her a silly grin. “You don’t need to profess love for me just because I’m amazing in bed,” he joked.
She laughed. Here she was opening her heart to him, and he was making jokes. She couldn’t get angry, because she knew that behind his joke, he was nervous over her declaration. “I’m positive. I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t. I love you. You’re mine and…if you want me, I’m yours.”
Chapter Eight
He pulled her into his arms and consumed her with a kiss so hot it made her skin sizzle. The kiss was hard and rough. It invaded her senses. He caressed down her spine, further to her hips, and settled on her ass. He grabbed her cheeks and lifted her off the ground. Her pussy ended up level with his cock. He stroked his denim-covered shaft into the seam of her pussy. An explosion of passion took hold, leaving her breathless and panting. She rubbed her nipples over his chest.
He put her back on her feet and cupped her face with his hands. His gaze spoke of passion, possession, and a feeling she knew lived in her heart for him, love. “Sam, I love you. There are no words to tell you how much. Of course I want you. I’ll always want you. There’s no one else for me.”
Happiness unfurled in her heart between the kisses he rained on her lips and face. When he let go of her head, she curled her arms around his neck and rubbed her nose on his smooth jaw.
“There’s no other man for me…just you.” She licked his chin and nibbled on his neck. “You’re my mate, and I’m yours. We just need to make it official.” She grazed her teeth over the galloping pulse on his throat. “Bite me, baby.”
He growled over the curve of her shoulder. “Thank god. I don’t know how much longer I could have waited. I mean I could’ve waited as long as you needed, but I’ve been dying to stake my claim. You’re mine.”
She raked her nails down his chest and lifted his T-shirt. All those clothes had to come off immediately. She tugged on the material and growled. It was taking too damn long to get him undressed. He chuckled. He tore the offensive fabric from his body, and she sighed.
He dipped his head, and he kissed her. Another wave of ferocious mating of the tongues and lips. Urgency to have him in her body pushed her to open his jeans, shove her hand down, and grab his cock in a tight grip. His breath hissed out in a groan. She pushed the jeans down and pumped his shaft in a slow glide from root to tip.
“God, Sam. You’re so fucking hot.” His deep gravelly voice heightened her desire.
“Fuck me, Ry,” she whimpered. “Fuck me. Mate me. Make me yours.”
He growled, toed off his jeans, and picked her up in his arms. He laid her on the bed carefully, as if she were a porcelain doll. They kissed again, softer, but still just as needy. She spread her legs for him and summoned him with the crook of a finger.
Heat swelled inside her. He inhaled and licked his lips. “You smell delicious.” Lust shot down to her wet folds. He groaned. “And I just know you’re going to taste even better.”